Just when I thought it was safe to be dead
Another storm rolls in and it begins
Trioxin, falling from the sky, seeps into my grave
Biochemical warfare in the rain
I want your brains!
This living hell would drive you insane
The only thing that helps to soothe the pain
IS BRAINS!
A zombie horde is on its way
My Rigor mortis corpse is here to stay
I want your brains!