Survivor

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm
Just along the outskirts of a small city
Like most that have made it this far
I live off of old canned goods
And a healthy back stock of ammunition

Greetings from Extermination, Kansas
Death in the Midwest
Greetings from Extermination, Kansas
Death in the Midwest

Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude
The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies
My depression grows stronger: its bitter claws around my neck
I will always be tortured... tortured by solitude

Will anything get better for me?
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret
Will this sickness ever leave this world?
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret
I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret
What I’ve known has been taken from me
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm
Just along the outskirts of a small city
No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago
Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence...
...came across some innocence

I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again