Raccoon City

Faceless monsters eating
What remains of mortal human beings
Who failed to see the rising tide
We are no longer flesh but rotting slabs
Of decayed filth
Their numbers rise as our numbers dwindle
We are the last of human kind
Can we save what makes us real?
Turn to the stars above and hold fast hope
Illumination from the raging fires
And the stench of a thousand souls
Will paint this horrid picture
We are at a loss for words
Atop of the mass graves
Is where I'll be
The approaching inevitable death will set me free
The inevitable apocalypse approaches with the fires burning
We are one with the death that we face, we are one with death
Teeth grind my flesh to the bone
This earth will fall like the rest of us have
It's over