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Guided by an evil-Super-Man bassline, this song plays like a desperate radio broadcast, calling for help against our collective worst fears: flood, famine, war, drugs, and yes zombies. And, it seems no one is willing to help. And so the final line sums it all up: "I never felt so much alike." It seems in all those pleas for help, it is determined that we all need to fend for ourselves, that the only person really able to respond to cries for help, is the crier himself.