in a land of k**ers, the sinners become the saints pay attention and learn, know what must be done turn the back on all what distracts, be alert and on point focus to sharpen the eye, not only the knife the wrongs have now, became the right and all it takes, to stay alive, to never die survival is learned, by the trials of life A war is waiting under toxic skies battles to be fought, 1 on 1 or against 300 numbers don't exist, it's a war until the end those thought dead, continue to rise and rise again the battle is the war of blood, the pure against the infected A WAR IS WAITING A WAR IS WAITING A WAR IS WAITING Under Toxic Skies too heavy to load, too Import to leave behind burdened visions, still relentless with resistance Through another day, night rules of sleep and hide another lesson from the Wild Zombie Blast Guide think of all that is useful, what is found must be taken this was a fault through development, not of the forsaken the wrongs have now, became the right and all it takes, to stay alive, to never die survival is learned, by the trials of life A war is waiting under toxic skies