In-Con Sequential Art
Friday
Feb122010

The Quick and the Dead

Straight from horror to reality, reality is chasing me
I've got this sinking feeling that my squealing is revealing my location
My vocation at the moment is momentum in escaping
The sensation of cerebrum and postmortem combination

See their kind of mastication focuses on my possession
Of gray matter calculation, my cerebral Playstation
Obsession of the masses, a confession to the class is
Never wanted to be cast in, role of appetizer

Fertilizer for their fermentation
I regret that this insanity has caused the dementation
Of my psyche, it's just like me first to panic then prevaricate
It's scary that I nary heard a sage or soul prognosticate

I didn't see it coming, get a gun and get me running
As I'm shunning shambling skulkers cuz I don't want to be done in
By the dumb-headed undeaded cannibal cadavers
Nothing matters lost my mind and bladder

Another zombie attack, nobody watchin' my back
With all the allies I lack, no time to plan, just react
To the fact that this survivor has to go it alone
I don't wanna be a hero – I just wanna go home

Another zombie attack, they're lurking out in the black
And now I'm totally frakked, the hungry lepers attract
Further factions here to hunt me on the streets where I roam
I don't wanna be a hero – I just wanna go home

See the behavior isn't malice, just a virus, and I'm callous
Just like Alice through the looking glass, I'm outta gas in a morass
Of passed away perambulators ravenous like alligators
No their buffet won't be catered though they'll likely catch their fast food

whether now or later

Everyone a zombie hater
Not a born exterminator
Terminating thanatoic threatening re-animated
Revenants that are post dated
Expired with coagulated
humors I'm not laughing at this joke that I'm enacting
my entrails are retracting to my throat

Legs promote me to remote locations
Docks with boats I float out to salvation
To a nation lacking salivation for my fleshy taste sensation
Patiently I pilot my pontoon out to protection
I defect to this location, I escape the Dead's detection
On inspection this locale is pure perfection
Their imperfect resurrection will not desecrate or confiscate my corporeal connection

Another zombie attack, nobody watchin' my back
With all the allies I lack, no time to plan, just react
To the fact that this survivor has to go it alone
I don't wanna be a hero – I just wanna go home

Another zombie attack, they're lurking out in the black
And now I'm totally frakked, the hungry lepers attract
Further factions here to hunt me on the streets where I roam
I don't wanna be a hero – I just wanna go home


Me am want brains
But Zombie speech strains

Our vocabulary, listen we're not really
All that scary, we're just fairly, contrary
To the theory that humanity is not for eating
all of that is self-defeating, cravings can be far from fleeting
But they're fleeing so we're reeving, needing bones
For fetid teething, we'd be winded but we are not really breathing

Seething with the need to set upon the population
Their distress is our digestion
I digress, I posit the suggestion
The solution can be mutual
Your mortally unsaveable, terminal, untreatable
Are treats to the undead, the sick and dying are quite edible

We're amenable, to compromise
Should you really be surprised
Since we arise while losing simple things like fingers toes and eyes
So it's really not a bother
To consume you hospice fodder
Whether measle-ridden toddlers
Or your elderly grandfather

Another zombie attack, nobody watchin' your back
With all the allies you lack, no time to plan, just react
To the fact our breathing breakfast has to go it alone
We don't wanna eat a hero – We just wanna gnaw bones

Another zombie attack, we're lurking out in the black
And now your totally frakked, your endothermics attract
Further factions here to hunt you on the streets where you roam
We don't wanna eat a hero – We just wanna gnaw bones