Bob...I think that’s my name. How did I die? I don’t know.
What a shame.
Is there anyone left who can perhaps make me less insane?
All the sane people i know just want me to burn in my grave.
Though I don’t know why I deserve this, I know it isn't my fault.
All you need is to get bitten.
Then you'll start wanting to bite along with them.
You'll be a disgrace.
The whole world will hate you.
Your only chance for living is the hope that other zombies don't try to eat you.

This life is a terrible life, but at least I have someone with me who suffers the same strife.
You wouldn't think that she was a model, once her beauty beyond belief.
Now all she gets is blank stares while walking down the street.
Her name was Clara. At least I'm pretty sure...
She hasn't got any hair left, and her body’s no longer pure.
But then again I've never been happier then when I'm with her.
Just the thought that something bad can happen makes what's left of my skin began to churn.

Since the beginning of the end, all I have known is hate.
I thought mindlessly killing people was my permanent fate.
But now that I have her I don't feel like such a disgrace.
I’m a zombie.
My life is nothing more than a restless sleep.
But at least with her I can die again while knowing some peace.