Headshot (Thrashist Regime)

Scan the shattered city from behind the shattered glass
Watch the undead masses shuffle listless as they pass
Deep inside our stronghold, ride it out until the dawn
Supplies are gone, we must move on

Scrabble in the streets like rats foraging for scraps
The water's running out, no, there's nothing in the taps
Civilisation, mighty as it was, came crashing down
All there is left to do now is

Face the hordes
Barricade the doors
Nothing could prepare us for
this inhuman war
We're extinct unless
We are fearless
So aim right down the sight
(Boom!) Headshot!

[SOLO: THOMSON]

The will that drives survival takes a blow each passing day
Ammunition's scarce and there's no help on the way
A hammer and a baseball bat will only go so far
Now that they know where we are
A single-minded scourge slowly snakes across the land
Inexorably infecting all the provinces of man
A putrefying howl as they breakfast on a brain
Even the strongest lie slain so

Face the hordes
Barricade the doors
Nothing could prepare us for
this inhuman war
We're extinct unless
We are fearless
So aim right down the sight
(Boom!) Headshot!

Let's face the end
It's futile to pretend
Anything that went before will ever be again
We're extinct, we're done
There's nowhere left to run
So aim right down the sight
(Boom!) Headshot!

Boom!