Overrun,
It's been months now since the night this all began,
Grasping dead hands drag us down, witness the fall of man,
The very last words the news man said were "Shoot it in the head"
Then the TV stopped, the lights went out and everything went dead.

The Omega Man? The Final Solution?
In this perversion of evolution,
Cleanse this world of this...
Cleanse this world of this...
Survival!
In the face of extinction.

Whatever it is, it makes the dead stand up and walk...

Seed people - the recently dead, rise in the soft light of dawn,
Life has come to a standstill, and death, it just lives on.
Armed to the teeth / Scared to the bone, I take one more deep breath,
The stench of decay keeps me running, one of the last few left.

I AM STILL ALIVE
Through the devastation,
And flies still buzz above decomposition,
Have I been cursed with this?
Have I been cursed with this?
Survival!
My divine mission.

Whatever it is, it makes the dead stand up and walk...

I cannot see the tunnel's red light,
I cannot sleep, for the bells they ring at night,
I cannot muster anymore strength to fight,
This can't go on! This can't go on!

I lay my weapons in front of me on the floor,
I surrender - I didn't ask for war,
I walk into the hunger forevermore,
This can't go on! This can't go on!

Overrun,
It's been months now since the night this all began,
Grasping dead hands drag us down, witness the fall of man,
The very last words the news man said were "Shoot it in the head"
Then the TV stopped, the lights went out and everything went dead.