Broken concrete holds the cold of hunger’s years, Iron door stands sealed, hiding all the buried fears. Shadows stretch, the air grows thin and hard to take, Static fills my mind — madness starts to break. Staccato riffs cut through the silence, heavy as lead, Floorboards stained with crimson, history long dead. We scanned the shelves, but found no hope to keep, Just a tiny jar that holds the world’s last creep. COUGHING BLOOD IN THE NEON LIGHT! BIO‑HAZARD TAKES THE FIGHT! WE WANTED FOOD, WE FOUND THE BANE! VIRUS RIPPING THROUGH THE VEIN! CYTOTOXIC! Lungs crushed under every breath we take, Rhythm’s a rap — the countdown’s on the break. Seal’s broken now, the bio‑trap’s sprung, Green mist rises, hungry and young. Air’s too thick, the world’s gone wrong, Bass drum throbs our final song. Water’s poison, hunger’s just a ghost, Virus owns us — we’ve lost control the most. WATCH IT SPREAD! COUGHING BLOOD IN THE NEON LIGHT! BIO‑HAZARD TAKES THE FIGHT! WE WANTED FOOD, WE FOUND THE BANE! VIRUS RIPPING THROUGH THE VEIN! CYTOTOXIC! LOCK THE DOORS! BURN IT DOWN! COUGHING BLOOD IN THE NEON LIGHT! BIO‑HAZARD TAKES THE FIGHT! WE WANTED FOOD, WE FOUND THE BANE! VIRUS RIPPING THROUGH THE VEIN! CYTOTOXIC! Abandoned halls... Silence falls... "Infection complete."
