Loaded To The Top

What is this feeling? Coming from within
My face feels melting, I'd better get a tin
Another beer will drown it, the evil down below
One shot of Jägermeister will deal the final blow
What is this feeling? Tormenting my eye
I hear him laughing, the butcher in the rye
Turning, turning all around I can't see something clear
As I start thinking the floor is coming near

Loaded to the top
Loaded to the top I feel the liqueur in my mind
Wasted to the core
Party hard, stay mallard, gimme another drink cause I am
Loaded to the top

Where is this place? I'm covered all with goo
Vomiting my soul apart wet myself through and through
Vanishing of time and space, sweat is running cold
Everything makes sense to me, I am getting old
Can you hear these scratches? There's zombies all around
Infected by the thirst of beer horrific is their sound
Terrifying faces bringing death and pain
Unspeakable horrors, no man has ever slain