High on a hill in a lonely town
The loaf came alive and it rolled on down
k**ing everything that got in the way
The crust of the dead was to have it's own day
The blood, the screams
No one prepared for the slaughter
And there was no way
For them to escape, to escape the carnage now!!!
Rising in the grave, no one shall be saved
Breadcrumbs on your hide, night of the living bread you die!
Bitten by bread, the beginning of change
Skin turns to crust and appearances range
From wholemeal and brown to kibble and white
Sparing no live in a bakers delight
The blood, the screams
No one prepared for the slaughter
And there was no way
For them to escape, to escape the carnage now!!!
Rising in the grave, no one shall be saved
Breadcrumbs on your hide, night of the living bread you die!