Help me? Take my hand... Lead me away from the danger that is myself?
Can I ask that of anyone? Or am I on my own?
  Standing, swaying this way and that, a hunger awakens from unholy places...
  A bloodlust grin cracks the face. Have you seen me? A Zombie in the mist...  
Cast aside with rage and hate, My head they hunt, their souls I ate. My presence treated like a disease, my name is like a plague.
Condemned to the outskirts, outside looking in, once again. Have you seen me? A Zombie in the mist.