Out on the streets their there*
The bustling crowds hinder their way
And without fear they press on and on.
[Chorus:]
So in our sheltered homes we wait patiently,
'Til the cowering few
Breath their final breath
And so the plague it spreads,
Selecting prey randomly
Our so it would seem.
[Repeat Chorus:]
So the bodies they mound, and the people feed on the lies,
feed by the cowering few.
[Chorus]