Wait… for news…
… news will never come…
… open your eyes…
… ‘n run.
Stay… stay far away
Nothing can save me
Once infected with this disease

No where left to run
Doors break down
They come
Come in search for brains
Eat to escape the pain

More time is all that I need
To tell you all of my feelings
I’d sell my soul
But there’s no more
Room in Hell
The dead walk the earth
‘n consider us food

No where left to run
Doors break down
They come
Come in search for brains
Eat to escape the pain

None can see us through
All are dead, including you
Begging me to see…
… none escape Orlean.

© 2008 Razbaque F. Dirge