I don't believe in the end of the world I don't abandon my sweet home Soon the light will be light again Soon my skin will be clean again Skin draining pus eyes are inflated Bowels exploding hair and fur fall I'm mutant I have to defend Our supply From the protected bastards They use Our blood like a cure To avoid Genetic mutations Our blood continues to change That was no good protection The protected begin to change too Extreme mutation into zombies