This is a quarantine you aren't allowed to leave. Wall up this grey city. Go home the streets are empty. We're sterilized and clean, unaware that I am the disease. Run
This is us. And here's the chance that we've been waiting for. It's us. You should run. Or face us and embrace the plague for now.
Standing in the crowd spreading all throughout the scene. There is no vaccine there is no cure for me. As dangerous as we seem at least that's what we believe. Run
(You won't survive)
This is us. I guarantee you won't survive
It's us You should run. While our plague infects the sound. Run. (There's no vaccine, no cure for me) You'll run (There's no vaccine, no cure for me)
There's no vaccine. There's no cure for me.
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"Twelve CC's" as written by Drew Preston Dowell Aaron G Johnson
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