I got brains in my hand
Long for the legend of the promised land
I got food, here for days
Men fallen down from the desert haze 
I got fear in my head
Straight from the memories before I was dead
I got blues in my skin
Coming from the innocense that turned into sin

Why can't I be free from this hunger inside my heart, yeah
Why can't I savour the taste as I tear you apart, yeah

The hunger inside me cast upon your deadliest sin oh
In whether I'll grasp myself a bite or whether you'll win oh

I got death in my skin,
Wishing for the reaping of me to begin
I got rot on my bones,
Overcast the rain upon my mossing stone
I got hate in my eyes
Hating all others who took my prize
I got brains, in my hands
cause I am a zombie can't you understand?

Why can't I be free from this hunger inside my heart
Why can't I savour the taste as I tear you apart

The hunger inside me cast upon your deadliest sin oh
In whether I'll grasp myself a bite or whether you'll win oh

Why can't I be free from this hunger inside my heart
Why can't I savour the taste as I tear you apart

The hunger inside me cast upon your deadliest sin oh
In whether I'll grasp myself a bite or whether you'll win oh

The hunger inside me cast upon your deadliest sin oh
In whether I'll grasp myself a bite or whether you'll win oh

THE ODD VIGIL - I Am A Zombie

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THE ODD VIGIL - I Am A Zombie

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