Bitten [We're Out Of Time]
Chaotic - everywhere - not now -
time is up; the dark angel's coming.
Can't even breathe, we're on our knees;
we're overloading just to think.
Please, please; wait,
wait; we can make it!
Can't we make it?
In the sound of your screams I can feel -
I can sense it:
dread;
we're dead.
We scream together - need
each other? Nope, and hope
is not in range.
We have been bitten by the zombie -
wait till poison makes its change.