Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Little paws in the graveyard grass Grave-dirt halo on their backs Tiny eyes on a compost heap Undead squeaks from a midnight sleep [Chorus] That ferral weeeak! From their tiny mouths Zombie guinea pigs Chewin’ the garden down That ferral weeeak! Hear the gnawing sound They eat the dead Dead leaves ’Til the roots come out [Verse 2] They don’t want brains They want brown Dry stems Crunching every stem like a war on them Rotten vines in a skull-shaped bowl Mulch on their lips They’re out of control [Bridge] Little teeth On dead green Little kings Of the rot scene [low vocal register] March in line Fur all matted Chew that graveyard lettuce tattered [gang vocals] FERAL WEEEAK [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Crunchy punky rock with distorted power chords and hyperactive drums, tempo racing forward. Vocals sneer and shout with gang shouts on the title hook. Short, choppy guitar riffs answer the vocal lines; bridge drops to half-time stomp before a final explosive chorus with stacked, shout-along backing vocals.
Duration
1:19
Instrumental
No
Created
12/25/2025