A tiring and sad life
With a melancholic end
Sharp hospital machines
Until a flatline runs across a screen
A cold marble tombstone
What was the end became the beginning
I'm not dead, but I'm not alive either
Do I have awareness? I no longer know what I am
I was lost between a straight line
Did I take some detour that led me here?
I'm neither alive nor dead, in-between
I don’t want to get lost in the void
Zombie is what I’ve become
Where is the life I lost?
What would I have made of it?
Zombie is what I’ve become
I don’t feel physically anymore
But everything is so intense inside
I feel hunger, and I fear what comes next
I don’t want to be like this, but it’s too late
I try to scream, but no one understands me
It’s as if I'm speaking another language
No face is familiar, everything has become food
To satisfy this hunger inside me
Zombie is what I’ve become
Where is the life I lost?
What would I have made of it?
Zombie is what I’ve become
Zombie is what I’ve become
Where is the life I lost?
What would I have made of it?
Zombie is what I’ve become
Zombie
Zombie
