28 daysLater

Jump so high
I can not come down
These are not angel wings
This the swarm this the sound
You are not heavenly
You are heavy on the ground
I see a chest full of wounds
You are so bound down
First one to go in
I lay the tracks like a scout
Full moon on the third
Plant the seed let it sprout

All that shit that you talk
Do you even know what life's about
All black pop out
Bring the rain in a drought
I took the back back route
Bitch I'm hidden in a shroud
On the ground like a prowl
Hundred strikers in the clouds
Valkyries on the mound
I felt lost now I'm found
Twenty eight days later
Look around the dead surround