Shambling through the streets,
Are we alive, or just existing?
Almost all the buildings are empty.
A testament to unceasing need.
Are we alive, or just existing?
Our hunger drives us out,
A testament to unceasing need.
The mobs form from necessity.
Our hunger drives us out.
We gather where the food is,
The mobs form from necessity.
There is safety in numbers.
We gather where the food is,
Screaming, crying and desperate.
There is safety in numbers.
They cannot stop us all.
Screaming, crying and desperate,
We do what we must to survive.
They cannot stop us all.
We adjust to a changing world.
We do what we must to survive.
Shambling through the streets,
We adapt to a changing world.
Almost all the houses are empty.
