Outlast

I make a living as a journalist
I live working, looking for a cover in the magazine
A collector of the best news
I want clues for this chronicler's list
I've heard about an abandoned asylum

Where the horrors that no one has explained happen
As if it were directed by the devil himself
I have to admit I'm scared
I'm about to find out what's going on
With my camera I record everything, I'm arriving

The door is closed, I must enter through the window
Curiosity calls me, I hear people screaming
Blood is staining the floors and walls
It seems like many people die because of these beings
All the bodies of the people who worked are there
I swallow, I look for the way out but I'm cornered

I have to get out of here
My time hasn't come
No one will look out for me
I won't be their food

The sick wander through the hospital
This is a nightmare and it's just beginning
I have to escape, I have to stay alive
A madman named Walker wants to hunt me down
Who would have started this madness
Full of crazies, murderers, demons, and priests
Death is getting closer every time
Every time I have a chance, the door closes on me

I have to get out of here
My time hasn't come
No one will look out for me
I won't be their food