Knock, knock.
Who is there?
It's the Zombie Inc., mein Herr...
...and we are somewhat ravenous.
Good Grief.
That Bum.
Gonna have to chew it off, Madame.
Cause we are pa**ably murderous.
Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
h*mo Gusticus.
Blood Fountain.
Red Mist.
Gently s**ing on A Liver Cyst.
Pierced Tongues.
Black Lungs.
Finger Food.
Cracked Head.
Wet Mullet.
Bone Marrow running down my Gullet.
Deep Bite.
Cellulite.
Yummy Lard.
Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
h*mo Gusticus.
Eyballs.
Crushed in their Sockets.
Genitals.
Fungal Attack.
Ribcage.
Seeking Claws in A Chest.
Proud Flesh.
Adipose Tissue.
Skeletal.
Expose the Bones.
Hunger...
...is leading us to your Homes.
Cancer-ridden Organs.
Ulcers filled with Pus.
Guess who's on the Menue.
h*mo Gusticus.
h*mo Gusticus.