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Uncle John isn't in bed

He seems to have been moved

Aunt Mary nailed the basement shut

Keeping him from view

And Uncle John is on the floor

With a hammer through his lung

My aunt is sleeping peacefully

But the night has just begun

Life returns!

Life returns!

Life returns!

Life returns!

Superstition intervenes

His hands begin to move

Removes the weapon from his flesh

His savage gaping wound

All that I remember hearing

Is the sound of breaking brones

Dragging himself up the stairs

And gnawing through the door

Life returns!

Life returns!

Life returns!

Life returns!