An hour of anger an hour of love,
This hour of confusion as I look above.
Death life as I've never seen before,
One more trip like that I'm in the mental ward

These sights sounds are all around me,
They grasp and they don't let go.
The sirens, the cries, the laughter the sighs,
I hear thee hour- My Hour of Darkness
An hour of darkness, an hour that's passed,
This life I feel just won't be surpassed.
Death life as I've never seen before,
One more trip like that I'm in the morgue.

Wassermann

Never Judge a Book by its Cover...

Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead surviving
Armies of the hungry ones

Only-ones, lonely-ones
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic

This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm

You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes [now/too late]
This ain't no fantasy, boy