Dawn of the Dead

Here it comes for the last time; The Dawn of the Dead
An Army of Darkness march, growing horns on their heads
Tearing the world to pieces, roar as they fed
Drop to your knees and scream; here's the Dawn of the Dead

Smoke erupts in a cloud as the army arises
Moans fill the air, terror lost it's disguises
All eyes is, pointed at homes and residences
One by one they shamble, the lost and tormented
The earth's dented, people see the end and start running
Shoving, cussing, picking up pipes to spark something
So lock your doors, pray to whatever force you believe in
Because death walks on 2 feet and his fangs are seething

Here it comes for the last time; The Dawn of the Dead
An Army of Darkness march, growing horns on their heads
Tearing the world to pieces, roar as they fed
Drop to your knees and scream; here's the Dawn of the Dead

We see the cattle market, the endless shuffling
Mindless cosumers, bloated, belts are suffering
Head's with nothing in, moans in a low chrous
The merchandise grabbers, the natural born hoarders
Books have no value, theatres have low ratings
Recycled materials stops a sloping brow raising
Flashing images and flesh tranfixes these zombies
Slack jaws and dead eyes, drain the IQ wrongly
Inarticulate cries as they paw at shop glass
Thinking it's top class and what have they got? Trash
Advertisments burning brains cells like a hot flash
The Apocolypse is coming, the living will not last
These are not sedated actions of a futuristic tribe
These are not some virus carriers, plagued with sadistic minds
The truth is in the title, readers, take it from me
Just take a look in the mirror to see a zombie

Here it comes for the last time; The Dawn of the Dead
An Army of Darkness march, growing horns on their heads
Tearing the world to pieces, roar as they fed
Drop to your knees and scream; here's the Dawn of the Dead