When you were here, Leon.
With your last green herb in hand
You look so confident
Like you actually had a plan
Wish I had your aim
You never miss a head
I’m stuck counting bullets
While I’m chased by the dead
But Ive been Bit
Herb Count Zero
What the hell am I doing here?
I’m gonna die here
When I hear that stomp
It’s that big coat guy again
Some Umbrella Corporation mess
Made in a lab somewhere
Doors won’t open right
Puzzles make no sense
I just need a keycard
Not twelve weird gems
When you’re in the lab again
With those shady bio-weapons
I wish I had more ammo
You’re so prepared
