Grab your weapon of choice
As shits about to start
Rule number one: Don't aim for the heart
No organs that work
Just a brain that craves
Multiplied by the dozen
Creates shocks in waves
Quickly and quietly get out of town
Youll be fucked if you make a sound
Solanum infested they don't hang about
You're cornered, you're stuck
How will you get out?!
It flows through the blood
Heading straight to brain
Replicates, manipulates
It's an unfortunate chain
With no respiration
Or blood circulation
The only thing it runs on is sheer determination
The body is its tool kit
Super powers it can't create
But it pushes human limits to a powerful state
With no pain threshold the drive can't be stopped
It's kill or be killed
That choice is your lot
The closer they gain
Incoming your maime
We can all be the same
When on the attack
Stay with your pack as
Who's got your back?!
Their movement is slow
Stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down
In petrol they'll drown
Burn them to the ground
Visions of gore!
So let's get back to the rule at the start
Rule number one: Don't aim for the heart
For that doesn't matter
The brain you must batter
A one strike hit for the skull to shatter
Solid light weapons are more than surfice
That's how we get the fuck out of this
Horror film vice
With so much to loose yet so much to gain
You better get a crowbar
The infected you must slay!
The closer they gain
Incoming your maime
We can all be the same
When on the attack
Stay with your pack as
Who's got your back?!
Their movement is slow
Stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down
In petrol they'll drown
Burn them to the ground
Visions of gore!!
We cannot take this anymore!!
Their is something coming out of the ground
What is it? I don't know?!
Fuck I wanna go home!!
Their is only so much we can endure!
All I know is
We cannot take this anymore!
So let's get back to the rule at the start
Rule number one: Don't aim for the heart
For that doesn't matter
The brain you must batter
A one strike hit for the skull to shatter
Solid light weapons are more than surfice
That's how we get the fuck out of this
Horror film vice
With so much to loose yet so much to gain
You better get a crowbar
The infected you must slay!
The closer they gain
Incoming your maime
We can all be the same
When on the attack
Stay with your pack as
Who's got your back?!
Their movement is slow
Stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down
In petrol they'll drown
Burn them to the ground
Visions of gore!
Solanum!
