Out on the streets their there, 
The bustling crowds hinder their way
And without fear they press on and on.

[Chorus:]
So in our sheltered homes we wait patiently, 
'Til the cowering few
Breath their final breath

And so the plague it spreads, 
Selecting prey randomly
Our so it would seem.

[Chorus]

So the bodies they mound, and the people feed on the lies, 
Feed by the cowering few.

[Chorus]