| First Came Night The dawn rises over an eerie place After a night of giving chase The mindless wonders amble on All senses dulled or gone There are fewer people now How they came, nobody knows how The zombies are coming, more and more Leaving trails of gore and gore Escaping, fleeing the scene To somewhere else, you've never seen Attempted shelter is a joy But the zombies outside claw at the glass, curious as a boy Material wealth and much excess If it falls, will leave much mess Will we survive? Nobody knows The zombies come and civilisation goes Mystical gleaming of perfume off glass Fur coats, money and food, all in mass Free for all, but obsessed by selfishness People own, without purchase, it's meaningless Raiders and looters, eye up the prize The following is of no surprise Shattered dreams of nirvana lost For all this, what is the cost? Lives gone, the light dulls The loss of human life, un-natural culls A splattered mess left intact Hopes and dreams for escape compact Minimal fuel, no chance of life anymore Will they get to shore? To flee, head somewhere else to survive Leaving the new slaughter of the hive |