feeling proud as peacock

To save his skin

He has to tell many lies

Digging up many holes

He forgets to turn back

Believing in his lies

Telling often it may sound true

The zombies may believe it

They can't think right or wrong

As long as they can receive funds

This is what matters to the zombies

Though the homes may burn of sin

The zombies can't be bothered

So the lies keep flying

Whispering in chambers

Galloping with the wind

And the zombies live in quick sand

The leaders spinning tales

The stories can't match reality

Yet they can't be bothered

They think they don't do wrong

Though they have the hunters' arrows

Carrying it through their spinning lies

They still think they don't do bad

Smiling for the cameras feeling proud as peacocks