As I walk with my pack,
down these putrid streets,
In this cheesy 3rd world city,
With the dead at my feet,
I think of eternity,
and the people who have died,
and all that's left to kill,
and the disease that fills my mind.
I have just stepped in
to mental ground zero.
Fully armed and fully primed
like a "B" vid hero.
The rads buzz through my mind
like mechanical mesquitos.
I just out lived my time
here at mental ground zero.
We have just left the city
and found another place;
But it's really just the same,
angry zombies with no taste.
Before the big bomb hit
they were really just the same.
Have I really just noticed it;
or have I gone insane?
I have just stepped in
to mental ground zero.
Fully armed and fully primed
like a "B" vid hero.
The rads buzz through my mind
like mechanical mesquitos.
I just out lived my time
here at mental ground zero.
The painful fear of death,
controlls this rotting hull.
Fire, flame and hunger,
consume this empty soul.
I could end it all tomarrow,
but I don't want the control,
I feel this world disapate,
as it flushes down the bowl.