BlackHeart Biohazards

Leon, camped behind some cover with a sniper rifle, taking out a zombie swarm and humming to the tune of “Little Boxes” under his breath as he does.

Little horrors on the hillside

Little horrors made of flesh and blood

And no two of them look the same

There’s a pink one and a green one

And their limbs are all rotting off

And they’re all made out of blood and guts

And no two of them look just the same

And the people in the bunkers

All went to the university

Where they learned to make the horrors

And they came out all the same

And there’s doctors and lawyers

And business executives

And they’re all made out of flesh and blood

And they’re horrors just the same