they call me Zomboy messire of misery my infection will spread bodys are piling no need to try and outrun the dreadspread causeing a whole grid lockeown the city grid blown out power out car alarms rain out sounds of raffling gothic chow kapow seven days a week murky like the black plauge all im craving is flesh and meat its a treat wicked totalis cursed mummy on these streets hiding in plian sight freerunning like they do in dying light degrading manscaping evading they need to find shelter or a safehouse tonight pick locking the door get to scrammbleing inside quickly before more living dead chumbs and me come for a feast hunger like cannabalisem twisted machanics of five sidead oppersoin when the volotiel is scratching at your windows and your doors rip your guts outs hollow em out and use em to play my accordion cords gravestone cracked and gifted from the crypt like to the gratest showman sticking to the lines and bars of my scrapbook storybook script criptic eclipse erridaicate the human race until they seace to exsist fingers are blistered organs in jars store em on my shelf for a picking picknick chomping on scaty body parts appendgadies bloody massive massicer bits hear bones braking in the distance like a snap of twix stones and sticks horrendous hits survivors jumping over fences to escape my hoards like Olympic runners drummers for the olypimpics optermisisation overview of a map tattered by the dust of the winds of toxic smells of corpses and stiffs lying in the street subways and backallys more rancid than a tranny dilly dally hanging fanny hunter on hills sprinting towards the vally.