The Living Dead

This one goes out to the non-believers
And night crawlers and coffin cheaters
For the most lucid of dreamers
It's hard to conceive of the terrifying scenes
Behold the death wheelers
Cat eyes lit, headlights full beam

The car tires screeches
They blew his mind as he went through the windscreen
Blood-curdling screams
Possessed speed demons, who do as they please
Disturbing the peace
Terrorizing locals, eluding police

Mob Deep waged war on the streets
Throwing up horns for the mark of the beast
Unleashed outlaw bike fiends
Who weave among the trees at breakneck speed
Back at home, what they saying at the séance?
And what's the payoff when you're meddling with chaos?
Invoke spirits for your mother to converse with
Dark devil arts and amphibian worship!

Totally worth it
Fully immersed, they neglecting the curse
Poltergeist, afterlife ventriloquist
Frog amulet, supernatural abilities

Paranormal activities
Children of the stones, bezzin' 'round seven witches
Just a gang of delinquents
Ripping up souls and scaring you shitless
Maximus Leopardus
Found while making out in the graveyard, kid
Always been foolhardy
The Prince of Darkness on a weaponized triumph

Zombified, leader of the pack
Leather-clad clan made a suicide pact
But you've got to believe
And ride free on that sweet machine
Struck a deal like your man Johnny Blaze
Rev'd up his engine and popped out the grave
Like the prophecy said
The back of his jacket read, "The living dead"



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Thomas Honer, Jarrod Nicholas Gosling, Edward Bradbury
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