Mutations
Let's pretend that in the end we wouldn't have fallen down.
Instead we'll stand on our feet again, let's pretend.
The day that the starving man never bit me.
This blood drenched man, seemed to cry for help, as he stared at me, his eyes were changing.
Rising to his feet, incapacitated, puking violently, charging straight for me.
With his mouth opened wide drooling intensely, I leapt the fence and ran inside.
In the house I hide, barricading everything, what would come next?
Terrified, running up the stairs, finally found the shotgun kept under my bed.
It's time to put an end to this nightmare; I'll end your life as quickly as I chose to save it.
Removing the Debris only to see, the starving man behind me, as he pounced I never had a chance.
He bit my hand, he fucking bit me, and it's over for you swiftly placed the shotgun, to his head.
I'll share the same fate soon.
Mutaciones
Vamos a fingir que al final no habríamos caído.
En cambio, nos levantaremos de nuevo, vamos a fingir.
El día en que el hombre hambriento nunca me mordió.
Este hombre empapado en sangre, parecía pedir ayuda, mientras me miraba, sus ojos estaban cambiando.
Levantándose, incapacitado, vomitando violentamente, cargando directamente hacia mí.
Con la boca abierta babando intensamente, salté la cerca y corrí hacia adentro.
En la casa me escondo, barricando todo, ¿qué vendrá después?
Aterrorizado, corriendo hacia arriba por las escaleras, finalmente encontré la escopeta guardada bajo mi cama.
Es hora de poner fin a esta pesadilla; terminaré tu vida tan rápidamente como elegí salvarla.
Quitando los escombros solo para ver, el hombre hambriento detrás de mí, al saltar nunca tuve oportunidad.
Me mordió la mano, me maldito mordió, y se acabó para ti rápidamente coloqué la escopeta, en su cabeza.
Compartiré el mismo destino pronto.
Escrita por: Rob Walters / Robert Walters