Uneeda

A can of flesh lies in front of me Choking and gagging, smoke is all I see What have I done to my society I feel a presence now surrounding me The pain of being dead The only thing that numbs the pain Is the thing inside my head Oozing and pussing they crawl from the ground Making food from anyone who's around Moaning, screaming, scratching are the sounds That we will hear until we are found The pain of being dead The only thing that numbs the pain Is the thing inside my head There they live, among-st the the graves But the vessel broke and down came the rain They all dug their way out of the ground Spreading blood and eating brains The pain of being dead The only thing that numbs the pain Is the thing inside my head The pain of being dead The only thing that numbs the pain Is the thing inside my head