Survive - Swamps

Fighting for survival in this apocalyptic dust

Gas has filled my lungs, I have no one I can trust

No one

I’ve been living in fear, I’ve been digging my own grave

The plague knocks at your door

Dragging my sword through the sands of time

My vision’s blurred, I close my eyes

Fight back

Fighting for survival, wounded knee, regurgitated

This is the world we live in and we’ve destroyed her.

Mother nature, father-son.

Now it’s our turn to bleed

Peace