A corpse-filled nightmare in the cities,
The aliens and zombies are at war
The heroine is screaming suicide, stand aside,
I will protect her from the fiends and zombie hordes
The spiders crawl inside the laughter
Their webs are ringing in your ears
The eggs begin to itch as I reload, your head explodes
In a mist of red and hatching spider eggs
A thousand eyes are watching, pleading,
This genocide has left our number small
Just one more death and we'll rebel, against this hell,
And we will rise, and burn them to the ground
Buildings lie in ruins all around us,
The zombies are extinct, the martians won.
Our little human tribe has a suprise, this atom bomb,
You're fucking done, and I blow them all to hell.
I've been listening to a lot of Newfits lately.
So expect lots of very distorted guitars accompanying this in the near future.
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