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