Serie Z I

I’m away…
I’ll do the same…
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 [bad word] 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!