Tweleve CC's

This is a quarantine you aren't allowed
to leave. Wall up this grey city. Go home
the streets are empty. We're sterilized and
clean, unaware that I am the disease. Run
This is us. And here's the chance that we've
been waiting for. It's us. You should run. Or
face us and embrace the plague for now.
Standing in the crowd spreading all
throughout the scene. There is no vaccine
there is no cure for me. As dangerous as we
seem at least that's what we believe. Run
(You won't survive)
This is us. I guarantee you won't survive
It's us You should run. While our plague
infects the sound. Run. (There's no vaccine,
no cure for me) You'll run (There's no vaccine, no cure for me)
There's no vaccine. There's no cure for me.