Serie Z I

I’m away…
I’ll do the same…
A dumb death apotheosis
Impaled –why not? -on an iron gate
Fight with a chainsaw,
Fight with a lawn mower against a zombie army,
Rotten from teeth to knees
I just see
And I’ll do the same
I just follow
I just see
-I just break down !!!-
My guts over the floor
Over the floor
It smells like “Brain dead” “and “Hill have Eyes”
Ketchup cum on vomited pies
Anal Holocaust with reindeers horns
Or take five lost teens lost in a lost house
And vow them to fame and royalties…
Right to the depths of gore
–but why?-
everybody wants more
I’ll do the same!
It’s just grand guignol
It’s just grand guignol!