My Fair Fiend - Making Monsters

The story of the zombie isn’t quite right
There are no dead ones walking limp
We are the innocent
Tricked by dirty little monsters
Fallen prey to their bitter hearts

‘cause someone got them in the dark
And shot them in their hearts
They got them in the dark
And shot them in their hearts

And they may be alive
But they’re still dead inside
Dead inside

You are the undead walking the earth
You said you loved me
But, baby I know that you’re just hungry
With your eyes wide open and your fingers tight
Gripping your pistol as I scream in the night

You got me in the dark
And shot me in the heart
You got me in the dark
And shot me in the heart
You made a monster

And I may be alive
But I’m still dead inside
Dead inside

I’ve got your love, baby
But I want blood, baby
Give me your brain, lover
I’ll numb the pain for ya

Over love’s cemetery the moon shines bright
But there’s a stirring underneath the ground
We all died from the poison of a bitter love
But we eventually came around
And with our fingernails carrying clumps of dirt
Our hair matted and our clothes all ripped
We’re gonna find some innocent unsuspecting lovers
And we’ll share the poison on our lips
We’re making monsters

And we may be alive
But we’re still dead inside
Dead inside