Nobody on the road

Nobody on the lawn

I smell it in the air

The human race is gone

Empty stores, empty streets

The living only pray

I’m waiting in your house

Though I know you’ve decayed

I can see you

Your brains are shining in the sun

You got your flesh pulled off

And your hunger is strong, baby

I can tell you my hunt for you will still be on

After the zombie virus has won

I never will forget that flu

It always started with a cough

Remember how the streets went crazy

Remember how they how they dragged you off

Now I don’t understand

Why you can’t be deceased

But babe I’m gonna put you down

Gonna make you rest in peace

I can see you

Your brains keep shining in the sun

I see you lurching real slow

Lunging at everyone

I can tell you my hunt for you will still be on

After the zombie virus has won

Out on the road today

I saw your dead friends feeding on a wounded deer

A little voice inside my head said

“Don’t go near, you must never get near”

I thought I knew what death was

Our price for sin

That world is gone forever

I should just let them win

But I can see you

Your brains keep shining in the sun

You got an arm pulled off

One eyeball gone, baby

I can tell you my hunt for you will still be on

After the zombie virus has won.

When I wear my sunglasses with the polarized lenses and can see the stress patterns in tempered glass, I feel like I have gained a teeny tiny almost entirely useless superpower.

I have to confess: I am filled with a curious mixture of loathing and respect when I see someone driving aggressively through commute-hour traffic - swerving back and forth between lanes, narrowly weaving past other cars, just to gain an additional car-length here and there - while scrupulously refusing to use the carpool lane.