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Here we stand amongst the ruins of apocalyptic times |
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It's no longer easy for us to try to survive |
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Because they've taken over everything |
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And they're beating down my door |
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Bloodthirsty this undead breed |
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Can sense what hides behind: LIFE! |
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Can we escape? Can we make it through another day? |
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Can we ignore warning shadows passing by the door? |
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I used to have a family and I used to have close friends |
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Now my lone companion is this shotgun in my hand |
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No, it doesn't keep me warm at night |
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That's what memories are for |
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But they stand outside my window pane |
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With clenched teeth and open sores |
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Can we escape? Can we make it through another day? |
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Is there any hope inside at all? |
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Or will it be mankind's curtain call? |
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They're all dead, they lie in wait tonight |
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To feast upon my body and my soul |
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They're all dead. They'll have their way this time |
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Because I've given up on my sense of control |
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Now if you asked me months ago |
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If I'd be praying for the end |
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I would say you're crazy and |
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Try my best to just pretend |
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That all is fine, I gave it time |
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And now I watch the dim sun rise |
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And I treat it like it's the last day I'll ever be alive |
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Because it is. |
