Heading home been rehearsing drums,
I smell like a pig in a sty.
After blasting at 220 bpm,
my sweat reaches people nearby.
I get on the bus, it is filled to the brim,
I fight my way to the front.
But something is wrong, as I make my way through,
the people all start to rot!
As it seems, the stench that I reek,
Is spreading, and causing a riot.
Infesting their bodies, eating them whole,
perhaps I should have showered.
So here we are, riding a bus,
while people are rotting away.
They seem to have perished, all dropped to the ground,
like a morbid broadway ballet.
But after a while, they start to move,
legs and arms start to twitch.
Reanimated bodies, get in the groove,
The bus turns and hits a ditch.
Now the ride has come to a halt.
The undead passengers, are going astray.
Infectious, contagious, explorer!
Real-life, survival, horror!
So is there a morale to tell?
Not really, so go f*** yourselves!
Infectious, contagious, explorer!
Real-life, survival, horror.
I smell like a pig in a sty.
After blasting at 220 bpm,
my sweat reaches people nearby.
I get on the bus, it is filled to the brim,
I fight my way to the front.
But something is wrong, as I make my way through,
the people all start to rot!
As it seems, the stench that I reek,
Is spreading, and causing a riot.
Infesting their bodies, eating them whole,
perhaps I should have showered.
So here we are, riding a bus,
while people are rotting away.
They seem to have perished, all dropped to the ground,
like a morbid broadway ballet.
But after a while, they start to move,
legs and arms start to twitch.
Reanimated bodies, get in the groove,
The bus turns and hits a ditch.
Now the ride has come to a halt.
The undead passengers, are going astray.
Infectious, contagious, explorer!
Real-life, survival, horror!
So is there a morale to tell?
Not really, so go f*** yourselves!
Infectious, contagious, explorer!
Real-life, survival, horror.