Mourningstar - The Day I Lost Atlanta To The Zombie Horde lyrics

rate me

The clawing on the door can only mean I'm fucked in possibly more ways than one The gnawing and the gnashing of the bone I'm contiplating suicide and cliche L.P. heresy We gorge our plates with scene and dine It's a perfect time for meals to go down choking and tasteless like most forced media The shows a go don't count your blessings I'll take my place among the crowd and watch the corpse like stillnesss chill the air I'll take substance over style any day that revolts' revolt I perform for the undead I perform for the androgynistic, well-sadistic, doomed and tragic dead I want to rip your throat tonight I want to see you bleed in agony Ritualized and sacraficed Your shitty scene's a self-induced Hell that we create Come on baby let me hear you scream We are the flailing dead We sweat We bled Your still preaching the fiction to spite what I said