We're stuck inside a zombie invasion,
condemed to fight our way o-ut.
Now they don't realize they need my help,
but soon they will ask for it over, and over and over- again and by then I'll help.

I cannot sleep,
I've got to help,
these people who don't know the crimes,
that have been commited by the undead.

Gory and bloody are the bodies,
that in my minds eye I do se-ee.
I have bot-camped all the sewers,
starting for real now i've wasted-faced it-hate it and i know them now.

I cannot sleep,
I've got to help,
these people who don't know the crimes,
that have been commited by the undead.

Now I cannot sleep,
I've got to help,
these people who don't know the crimes,
that have been commited by the undead.

Now I cannot sleep,
I've got to help,
these people who don't know the crimes,
that have been commited by the undead.

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