[Inspired By "The Thing"]


The corpse has been freeze-dried

For many years in a state of suspended animation

Alien creatures fell down to earth

Slimy things with malicious intentions

They invade a body through the mouth

Laying eggs in the brain

You walk dead when they hatch

Your body going down the drain


They are inside your head

You are walking dead

They multiply

Inside your brain

Your face will burst

When you are cursed

Under the curse of the creeps


Heads explode as the slugs spill out

Leaping to other victims

Humans die but the creeps increase

Crushing decapitated corpses

Cops look for an explanation

Is it the works of a psychopath?

Then they realise it's from outer-space

Causing this horrible death


They are inside your head

You are walking dead

They multiply

Inside your brain

Your face will burst

When you are cursed

Under the curse of the creeps


Shoot the head off with a gun

Burn the creeps with a flame-thrower

The slimy things can't stand the heat

Fire will kill them

All cursed ones must be demolished

Not a single person can be spared

Melt the creeps to the last one's gone

Or the curse will start again


They are inside your head

You are walking dead

They multiply

Inside your brain

Your face will burst

When you are cursed

Under the curse of the creeps