years have gone by since the world died
killing everyday just to survive
living in constant fear
at anytime death is near
like wolves we roam in packs
at dusk we begin the attack
moving quickly, killing everything in sight
the victims clearly unprepared for a fight
raiders of the waste
raiders of the wasteland
raiders of the waste
raiders of the wasteland
take anything we may need
on the bodies, our dogs feed
never gets old to watch them bleed

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