Big Train, Raging Ice

Crawling through a ditch in the woods, two arms gone and 
a blood lusting thirst hits 
harder than a gang rape in 
prison. I'm turning into a 
zombie. Throwing up mucus and 
pus in your face before I eat 
you like a buffet of fried 
chicken on Black church 
Sunday. 
Zombie. 
Lars. 
Pass me the brains.