Your in the red room
Sipping from the heart of death
Partaking of some small child
What should be not stolen from her breath
Service with a smile
Taken by the small of minded to
Raised and tended so lovingly
So they can be slaughtered on full view
No need to be so frozen
Because that would require a heart
Which I don't suppose you have one to
If you can tear a childs apart
Smart you are
But who gives a damn
Your now considered the walking dead
And I don't eat spam