Casey Jones
Big Train, Raging Ice
Crawling through a ditch in the woods.
Two arms gone and a blood lusting thirst hits harder than a gang rape in prison.
I'm turning to a zombie.
Throwing up mucus and pus in your face before I eat you like a buffet of fried chicken on black church Sunday.
Zombie Lars.
Pass me the brains.
From Letras Mania