The Mutants - Cadaveric Crematorium

I don’t believe in the end of the world

I don’t abandon my sweet home

soon the light will be light again

soon my skin will be clean again

skin draining pus eyes are inflated

bowels exploding hair and fur fall

I’m mutant

I have to defend

our supply

from the protected bastards

they use

our blood like a cure

to avoid

genetic mutations

Our blood continues to change

that was no good protection

the protected begin to change too

extreme mutation into zombies