Cannibalism is in, feeding the soul is out.

Killing life is in, preserving life is out.

Resistance bears a knife, tyranny rides a tank.

The living dead’s in uniform, the naked runner is trapped.

Fire rains from the skies, the open air’s a camp.

Fallujah, means deformity, WMDs don’t count.

Resistance bears a pen, tyranny flies a jet.

The living dead’s a lobby, runner-ups get smashed.

A posse’s out for the patriots, a militia owns the map.

SPLCs are watching, your hate for sin is patched.

The preacher’s out of the pulpit, you thought police were just for thieves.

This night is different from all other nights, the living dead cover the streets.

Transgenders are in the ladies room, the race of man is naught.

Your BLTs are LGBTs, the kosher sign is bought.

What’s weird cannot be questioned, the rights of man are lost.

The living dead are in drag and batten on man’s flesh.

The job you lost won’t open, the country you lost is through the border.

The wife you lost is at the lawyers, the race you lost has been aborted.

The president you lost was not electable, the president you got is ɧoɱosɛҳųαƖ.

The president you’ll get wears a yarmulke, the president you won’t get wears a cross.

The lives of the living are losing, I wish it were just a movie.