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.

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: it's 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.