Witch Press - Zombie Apocalypse

No one’s coming for us, we’re on our own

No one’s coming to help, we are alone

Press, and press, and press

Madness for death

Madness, madness is walking death

Worse than death

Let your ego reign as the stones pile up

No real world pain can replace what you’ve lost

Void in your chest has grown so dark

Another stone please, the heartbreak is too much to bear

Press, and press, and press

Madness for death

«I guess you got a dark heart and you kind of had it coming.»