they're breaking through the windows
wandering the streets
a quiet riot
instead of looting
they're looking for something to eat

what they want is fresh flesh
what they want is a taste of you

he bit off more than he could chew
instead of just one arm
he bit off two
zombies are greedy
i guess that remains
even after we meet the grave

they're slowly moving towards us
shuffling their feet
with outstretched arms
softly moaning
they're dying for a bite to eat

he bit off more than he could chew
instead of just one arm
he bit off two
even zombies are greedy
i guess that remains
they're hungry
self-seeking
though their hearts have stopped beating
so let me ask you this
what's the difference
between life and death
oh feel it coming
the torn flesh no longer stings