Album: Escaping the Grave
Zombieland
Whoah. . .
Creatures of the night on Desolation Boulevard
Gather in the moonlight, hollow eyed in the graveyard
Mob mentality they stumble, ambling to and fro
Always heading somewhere but not quite sure where to go
In Zombieland, In Zombieland
They don't understand, In Zombieland
Whoah. . .
Mutant minds melt into muck from life's anxieties
The dead re-die most every night TV casualties
Media programming tells them what to think and feel
The same Dialectic process since Eden's damning meal
In Zombieland, In Zombieland
They don't understand, In Zombieland
Whoah. . .
Dead sons of perversity - Children of wrath
With the prince of the power of the air
Hatred for the elect sons – Stone hearted psychopaths
Feeding unbelief, sustaining their nightmare
Creatures of the night on Desolation Boulevard
Gather in the moonlight, hollow eyed in the graveyard
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