So where's my superman?
Probably fucking his Lois Lane
Trapped behind these closed doors
With nothing left to say
As the rain poors down
and the silence approaches
and all we can hear is footsteps around us
Noone left in this world
noone left to make a stand
noone left to face the dead
A hoard full of non human creatures
stalk us day and night
So find your shelter and pray to god that noone will find you
So keep this in your mind
They are not your friends anymore
I can hear the moans in my neck
I feel a chill crawling down my spine
Noone left in this world
noone left to make a stand
noone left to face the dead
A hoard full of non human creatures
stalk us day and night
So find your shelter and pray to god that noone will find you
The infection will make the dead walk again
It takes a headshot to kill a walking dead
With Holow Eyes and rotted flesh they start to rise from the dead
This is the world
This is the Apocalypse
Its the end of the world
It takes a headshot to kill a walking dead
It takes a headshot to kill a walking dead
This is the world
This is the Apocalypse