The Acacia Strain
The Combine
I thought I was dead
Nothing moves in the land of death
Nothing moves in the land of decay
This is something I have always wished for
Complete extermination
A bruised and beaten mongrel gasping for her final breath
Ultimate extinction
No remorse for anything
No salvation for anyone
Fuck
You want a war motherfucker?
Survival of the fittest was a bullshit lie
The stench of rot owns the earth
You want a war?
I'll give you a fucking war
You wanted a war, so I gave you a fucking war
I thought I was dead
I'm the only one left