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