Spectacular, the sight of the surviving uninfected by the firelight
You won't survive the night without the proper skills to
Make sure they're dead
Like removal of the head
How many nights left?
Maybe one, two, three, four?

We moved along that night, right after the seventh wave attacked
We got our bearings and we shouldered our packs
While all of our friends were lying dead on their backs, if only for the minute
And Bear seemed confident there'd be a helicopter waiting just a hill away
He crossed the river nude and I followed suit, it seemed a little bit gay, but

Bear, they're dead
Now they're crawling after our heads
I'm losing faith in your smiling claim that rescue's on the way
Bear, they're dead
But with a little bit of help from me
You'll find the survivors and bring the rest to their knees

He fashioned us a twelve-guage catapult from some broken bones
We managed shelter from a log and skin he made a home, if only for a minute
He waded through the human entrails looking for a protein source
Beware of branches bent, they can snap back at you with surprising force, look

Bear, they're dead
Now they're crawling after our heads
I'm losing faith in your smiling claim that rescue's on the way
Bear, they're dead
But with a little bit of help from me
You'll find the survivors and bring the rest to their knees

Then one night as the sun came down
Bear was pacing around, picking at a bite on his arm
He was reading my thoughts when I looked in his eye
He crafted me a spade and he begged me to die
A poorly-timed swing hit him right in the eye
His lips moved once as he gasped a final cry, man alive

Bear, you're dead
Bear, you're dead
Bear, you're dead
Bear, you're dead

A stoving spade is ineffective when
One minute you're down, now you're back up again
I didn't have the heart to finish the job
But now ironically neither do you, make the best of it
You're not like the rest of them
You've still got some fingers left, look
One, two, three, four

Bear, you're dead
Will you stop lunging at my head
I've come to believe we never would have seen a chopper on the way
Bear, you're dead
But with a little bit of help from me
We'll put you to work as a menial member of society