Marry me !!! …then I’ll kill you …and then you will kill me again with your pocket shark …so handy on week days Zombie Lovers for life you said… …how ironic… (Snongioj son semâ) Look, I caught you some flowers Remnants of a late meditation in the sewers Of course they’re dead and withering But so are you…aren’t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A most delicious cake is in the making Does it hurt when I write in your mind? Because I don’t want to be rude I still can go to the paper store if you desire so… My skin is itching like crazy and I got a bloody poem in my veins Won’t win the Pulitzer though… It says: “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon Yes !! On the way to Salem we’ll build a glorious meat temple A monument to our love…so meaningful and subtle” …don’t you like it my putrid prince ? Being part of the walking dead community is far from easy Misunderstood and abused to the point of extinction When all we want is a hug… “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard of Oz Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon” Dear Ghoulish and skeletal friends Rise up from your graves! Finally, the nuptial rite is about to commence… Dress up nicely, Invoke your ancestor’s spirits; for they’re also invited to this nighttime festivity Light your bone candles…hold them high and tight Macabre and steady procession…a thousand sparks in the night Walking up their way to the summit A wonderful storm is brewing for the celebration…
Marry me !!! …then I’ll kill you …and then you will kill me again with your pocket shark …so handy on week days Zombie Lovers for life you said… …how ironic… (Snongioj son semâ) Look, I caught you some flowers Remnants of a late meditation in the sewers Of course they’re dead and withering But so are you…aren’t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A most delicious cake is in the making Does it hurt when I write in your mind? Because I don’t want to be rude I still can go to the paper store if you desire so… My skin is itching like crazy and I got a bloody poem in my veins Won’t win the Pulitzer though… It says: “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon Yes !! On the way to Salem we’ll build a glorious meat temple A monument to our love…so meaningful and subtle” …don’t you like it my putrid prince ? Being part of the walking dead community is far from easy Misunderstood and abused to the point of extinction When all we want is a hug… “The loving look in your dripping eyeballs gives me hope Of a most memorable honeymoon Ride a magic carpet to the Wizard of Oz Maybe we could jump off the highest gallows, swinging the rope Or craft for ourselves a gory cocoon” Dear Ghoulish and skeletal friends Rise up from your graves! Finally, the nuptial rite is about to commence… Dress up nicely, Invoke your ancestor’s spirits; for they’re also invited to this nighttime festivity Light your bone candles…hold them high and tight Macabre and steady procession…a thousand sparks in the night Walking up their way to the summit A wonderful storm is brewing for the celebration…
