The Hunt Is On

People are strange, so fucking strange Walking around in slow motion Looking for life but what they find Is a shattered dream a so-called reality Feasting like zombies on the flesh of the world Feasting like zombies on the flesh, the flesh of the world Crying out for BRAINS, BRAINS, BRAINS! Ripping apart the limbs of the living Can you taste it? Feel the pain from inside...can you taste it? (x3) Feel the pain from inside. Just eat me, put me in the grave As the world spins out of control Can you hear me now? No chance to run but you can hide As I'm crying out for your BRAINS, BRAINS, BRAINS! (x2) THEY'RE...SO...RICH...AND...SPICY! As you realize...IT IS ME! It's me! Crying out for your BRAINS, BRAINS, BRAINS! Put me in the grave...GRAVE, GRAVE, GRAVE! Put me in the grave! The grave!