I sang to an empty room as you sang to your empty dreams And I told myself tonight wasn't as bad as it seemed One guy nods along to the voices in his head Oh yeah we had the floor It was the night of the living dead
A guy sitting at a bar stool swears he's seen me before Bloody red eyes I can't think straight anymore The guy behind the counter gargles something I can't make out Voices are getting louder and they begin to shout
LIVE BREATHING ZOMBIES SURROUND ME AM I JUST PARANOID MIDNIGHT CATASTROPHE
The bass guitar chugs along I feel it pumping through my veins Somebody drops their glass Reminds me of blood steins Hey if you're reading this I'm most probably dead This is my epitaph and this what it say's
