Not sure when it started, peelin' from his bones

Piece it back together all alone

Hope it held together long enough for he

To pitch the greener grasses and hope that she would agree

Fresh off a binger in the woods

Flesh covered in bites

Testing what is real, what is good

Man, it's been a long night.

It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become

Where do I go from here?

Where do I go from here?

Clinging to promises

Fighting off the vignette

Tunnels cave, visions fade

Swallowed by the vignette.

He's thinking, "there's no way I'm headed there"

Always sure-footed, educated, and was never scared

Now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking

Hounded by a bunch of dead when the search party found him

Fresh off a binger in the woods

Flesh covered in bites

Testing what is real, what is good

Man, it's been a long night.

It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become

Where do I go from here?

Where do I go from here?

Clinging to promises

Fighting off the vignette

Tunnels cave, visions fade

Swallowed by the vignette.

No, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No-no, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial.

Clinging to promises

Fighting off the vignette

Tunnels cave, visions fade

Swallowed by the vignette.

No, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No-no, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No, not me, it's for a friend (ooh)

No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial

No, not me, it's for a friend

No-no, not me, it's for a friend

No, not me, it's for a friend

No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial.