The dead roam the streets.
The live try to run.
Nothing is safe anymore,
Yet everyone tries to run.

How much longer can they play this game?
Never knowing if they'll make it to tomorrow. 
Hide and seek is only for the little ones. 
Silly little humans trying to run.

It's such a shame to destroy these pets.
It's almost funny how they try to plead .
Never knowing who might take pity,
Or who might just get it over with.

Like little worms they crawl,
Fighting for survival everyday.
Never knowing if this is the day they fry in the sun.
But like little worms, they seem to live.

Squirming and crawling their way to freedom.
Hopefully they'll never make it,
But in my world that always happens.
Here's to hoping they never do.