You said you hate me for what I said,
how I wished I was less than dead,
and the secret life you left unsaid
is no longer yours alone.
So here's the door, and here's me leaving,
and here's the secret I've been keeping:
our friends are dead, I'm infected,
and if you don't run then you'll be next.
Take heart, or take it from me:
it's never been enough for you to see.
My blood, it burns and my stomach turns,
and this grave is empty again.
We are fathers, sisters, mothers, sons.
We are the rising tide.
Yeah, you should probably run,
or you will fall into our gaping maws
and rise again in turn.
You can blame yourselves for your mistakes
or claim your god has set your fate,
but that doesn't change the fact you face
all of your dead returned.
Take heart, or take it from me:
it's never been enough for you to see.
My blood, it burns and my stomach turns,
and this grave is empty again.
Take heart, or take it from me.
Take heart or take it from me.
TAKE HEART!
We want your flesh, we want your life.
You cannot run, you cannot hide.
We want what's yours, we want it all.
The human race will fade and fall.