God I Hope The Data Is Lying - Zombie Apocalypse

Here in this house of endless bloodshed

There is no air

We never sleep

They smell our skin a mile away

Shaken

I am the ashes in the ossuary

Careworn and lame

This threadbare brain

Sends only signals of decay

If I can fall to sleep

Don’t dare disturb my rest

Because it’s been so long since it was safe —

So I wait here, feeding on fear

With knuckles white and dripping red

Shaken

I face defeat at my own hand today

Before the end comes from outside

I draw it from within

The fog of war: