Grab your weapon of choice, shit's about to start
Rule number one, you don't aim for the heart
No organs that work, just a brain which craves
Multiplied by the dozen creates shocks in waves
Quickly and quietly, they get out of town
You'll be fucked if you make a sound
Solanum infested, they don't hang around
You're cornered, you're stuck, how will you get out?
It flows through the blood, heading straight to the 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 toolkit, superpowers 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 maim
We can all be the same
When on the attack, stay with your pack
Who's got your back?
'Cause their movement is slow, stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down, 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, you 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, you'll be more than suffice
That's how we get the fuck out this horror film vice
With so much to lose and so much to gain
You better get a crowbar, the infected you must slay
The closer they gain, incoming your maim
We can all be the same
When on the attack, stay with your pack
Who's got your back?
'Cause their movement is slow, stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down, petrol, they'll drown
Burn them to the ground
Visions of gore
'Cause we can't take this anymore
'Cause we can't take this anymore
'Cause we can't take this anymore
There is something coming out of the ground
What is it? I don't know, fuck, I wanna go home
There is only so much we can endure
'Cause all I know is we can't take this anymore
So let's get back to the rule at the start
Rule number one, you 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, you'll be more than suffice
That's how we get the fuck out this horror film vice
With so much to lose and so much to gain
You better get a crowbar, the infected you must slay
The closer they gain, incoming your maim
We can all be the same
When on the attack, stay with your pack
Who's got your back?
'Cause their movement is slow, stick with what you know
And go for head blows
And when they're down, petrol, they'll drown
Burn them to the ground
Visions of gore
Solanum
Solanum
Solanum
Solanum