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Zombie
Wake up in the morning,
Wash my tired face,
Look into the mirror,
Oh what a disgrace !
Sun it shines so brightly,
Life calls once again,
Step into the daylight,
Can't sense any pain.
Turned into a zombie,
Living life insane,
There is nothing one can see,
With a scattered brain.
Still trying to focus,
On the only game,
That will set me free one day,
Oh its such a shame.
Turned into a zombie,
Eyeballs sticking out,
Sleep is now a stranger,
Wish that I could shout.
Turned into a zombie,
Like so many more,
Plodding on the road to hell,
Let's see whats in store.
Turned into a zombie,
Insulated crime,
Face with no expressions,
What a pantomime.
Turned into a zombie,
Hope all will be fine,
Life perhaps will take a turn,
For
Fortunes wrapped in time.
Wash my tired face,
Look into the mirror,
Oh what a disgrace !
Sun it shines so brightly,
Life calls once again,
Step into the daylight,
Can't sense any pain.
Turned into a zombie,
Living life insane,
There is nothing one can see,
With a scattered brain.
Still trying to focus,
On the only game,
That will set me free one day,
Oh its such a shame.
Turned into a zombie,
Eyeballs sticking out,
Sleep is now a stranger,
Wish that I could shout.
Turned into a zombie,
Like so many more,
Plodding on the road to hell,
Let's see whats in store.
Turned into a zombie,
Insulated crime,
Face with no expressions,
What a pantomime.
Turned into a zombie,
Hope all will be fine,
Life perhaps will take a turn,
For
Fortunes wrapped in time.
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