Słoń & Mikser - Zagłada Część 1: Wirus T

I swear to you, man (ehe) the guy from unit 6 fell apart
(hehehe what are you talking about) no kidding, he fell apart
(how did he fall apart?) I was standing next to him and he just fell apart
I swear... hey, the guy just fell apart

Nobody really remembers the beginning of the story
Suddenly, my whole city turned into a cemetery
Death is on my heels and I don’t know why
It spared my life as one of the few
Apparently they don't have a serum, though they’re still looking
I don’t know if I can trust them because they’ve lied before
People began dying without knowing how or where from
A new strain of virus arose, mutated leprosy

As long as there was electricity, we managed to survive somehow
But when the system failed us, chaos reigned in the country
They say leprosy is God's punishment for our sins
Others claim terrorists poisoned the rivers
Beijing, New York, Rome, Paris, and London are burning
Suicides, rapes, thefts, mass murders
Forget about the police; they no longer care about the law
They hide out at home to protect their families

Bits of limbs are scattered on city streets
If you don't want to get infected, cover your face quickly
And even if you're knowledgeable about medicine
You'll still probably rot before it falls off
I wouldn't touch you with a stick, even if you begged
Medieval plague, drowning in our own guts
The neighbor's son jumped off the roof, infected young lad
Fell apart like a mutant in the first Robocop

Blood and pus, rats feast on the corpses
Panic, death, devastation, all-pervasive disease
I can't sleep at night, there's chaos in the streets again
The army is busy burning corpses in the suburbs
I can’t take it, the air reeks of death
Once I saw a woman nursing a child
Her sick body trembled, the child was thin as a stick
When suddenly it dropped to the ground, still clutching the breast

The number of infected multiplies day by day
You'll recognize them by their smell and the sores on their faces
Here the plague reaps a harvest, hospitals have no space
People die slowly in the stench of their own flesh
Bodies scattered in parts, an unnamed grave
Shining red rats run from underfoot

God’s games are strange; this one’s truly deceitful
Like a child ripping wings off butterflies
The old woman from across the street screams at the door
She saw a guide dog dragging an arm on a leash
I've stopped counting on help; the world’s a sinking ship
The guy from upstairs pushed his sick wife out the window

A military helicopter circles like
A hungry vulture searching for carrion in the African wilds
Candlelight in windows, someone in the background pukes blood
Most people you know are either dead or dying, dude
Leprosy crushes the human rabble like bugs
Those who used to fear death will pray for it today

Apparently it's not allowed, but I’ve heard about this
That, dazed by hunger, they eat found corpses
Last night someone knocked persistently at my door
I pretended I wasn’t there, that I was asleep or dead
In the morning, I left for the stairway, door smeared with gore
And underneath, a rotten ear as if nothing had happened

People go mad in churches, crowds of the faithful weeping
Not realizing that there are far more bacteria in crowds
The face of the epidemic, leprosy, worst of plagues
Job and Lazarus look indifferently at us from above
White masks on faces and rubber gloves
In mass leprosarium only a few will survive

Wish me luck because our world is ending
I walk in an empty city amidst the dead limbs
The corrosive odor of corpses sears my nostrils
Nightmare, rotten flesh hangs on bones
Living decay, death invites me to dance
Leprosy knows no concepts like discrimination
I check my complexion and skin all over
I’m emaciated, pale, look like a school skeleton
I hope this is the end, I slightly open the window
And all I hear from outside is loneliness.