All around are girls
Bass shaking the house
Chicks chilling on the couch
Drinks being passed around
Everyone is being loud
Flirting all around
Guns firing bullets in all directions
Hot bullets hitting the ground
I was shot but still alive
Just me and dead people
Knives sticking out of my friends
Loud music still playing
My old friend Andrew did this
Never did I think he would do this
Obviously I’m a little angry at him
Popo knocking at the door
Questioning the smell
Ramming through the door
Speeding cops coming towards me
Three cops in the room
Under sheets my friends are
Violent Andrew still is
Wondering where he is
Xrays showed no broken bones
Yee yee I said when they told me
Zombies is what Andrew thought we were