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The air is filled with thick black smoke |
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I hold my breath, try not to choke |
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My eyes are burning, can't see my hands |
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Can't call for help, my friends are dead |
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For days on end the mushrooms sprang |
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For days on end the sirens rang |
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But now the quiet is the worst |
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They're close, |
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I feel it, lock the doors |
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Deformed creatures fill the land and survivors aren't fighting back |
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Human nature! |
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To kill ourselves! |
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Food is growing rare and scarce |
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The week are losing in this race |
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All that's left is next to none |
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And still we die, one by one |
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And as we fight the danger nears |
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The deformed creatures have their needs |
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I see them coming in the dark |
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I feel a sharp pain in my back |
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Look behind and see the face of true threat to the human race |
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Human nature! |
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To kill ourselves! |
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Human nature to fight ourselves - |
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Inside! Fight! |
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To live! Live! |
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To die! Fight! |
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To kill! Kill! to die! |
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Human nature! |
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To kill ourselves! |