Living Dead

They lie in the rose bed
The living dead alert
As they lie in the dirt
Feeling as if they are in the fozen dessert

They all arise
Thier thighs are bones
And they have no eyes
They try to guise

Their lies wont show through this night
The advise of the sin
Will shine
The skin peels off the flesh

They feel refresh in the moon light
They are so white
In the middle of the night
They will fight for human blood

The flood of victims in their mist
Everyone misses the dead
But yet the exist through this life
Though it hurts worse then a knife

As the night fades
They try to upgrade
They steep into the shadows
Gasping for thier last breath

The light hits
While they wits do not work this time
As they bit into a lime
Turning into slime