Survivor

I am one of the last few standing
 A survivor on a farm
 Just along the outskirts of a small city
 Like most that have made it this far
 I live off of old canned goods
 And a healthy back stock of ammunition
 Greetings from extermination, Kansas
 Death in the Midwest
 Greetings from extermination, Kansas
 Death in the Midwest
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 Even with the godless
 Reaching my property every few days
 I am tortured by solitude
 The whispering of the cornfields
 Haunt me like the moans
 Of my undead enemies
 My depression grows stronger
 Its bitter claws around my neck
 I will always be tortured
 Tortured by solitude
 Will anything get better for me?
 I have watched the world die
 All I know now is regret
 Will this sickness ever leave this world?
 I have watched the world die
 All I know now is regret
 I am haunted, I am haunted
 By all that surrounds me
 I have watched the world die
 All I know now is regret
 What I've known
 Has been taken from me
 I have watched the world die
 All I know now is regret
 I am one of the last few standing
 A survivor on a farm
 Just along the outskirts of a small city
 No one living has been within this house
 Since my wife died two years ago
 Another occasion of when
 The undead came across some innocence
 Came across some innocence
 I will never see through this nightmare
 I will never know sunlight again
 I will never see through this nightmare
 I will never taste her lips again