The masks, suspended over the void. How well I see the void, under acid. Trapped and trapped hopelessly in the rotting human mask. Zombies are ruling New Orleans. Kim, don't make me think about the zombies now.
Zombies have no masks.
Some zombies are drinking beer. They say it is a great honor to be made into a zombie. They give you a drug and bury you alive. Then, when the zombification drug wears off, they dig you up. Don't let them dig me up, Kim.