Lyrics

High on a hill in a lonely town The loaf came alive and it rolled on down Killing everything that got in the way The crust of the dead was to have it's own day The blood, the screams No one prepared for the slaughter And there was no way For them to escape, to escape the carnage now!!! Rising in the grave, no one shall be saved Breadcrumbs on your hide, night of the living bread you die! Bitten by bread, the beginning of change Skin turns to crust and appearances range From wholemeal and brown to kibble and white Sparing no live in a bakers delight The blood, the screams No one prepared for the slaughter And there was no way For them to escape, to escape the carnage now!!! Rising in the grave, no one shall be saved Breadcrumbs on your hide, night of the living bread you die!