The Human Zombie Stampede Extravaganza
Woke up with a lack of will to function properly
Just going through the motions until time to leave
Can't regain that joie de vivre many love to have
Impossible to understand where it went
Without developing the desire to gain it back
Not looking for a return to glorious form just yet
Somewhat satisfied with being numb to it all
Avoiding the pain and responsibility for my part in this
Built a wall around a now broken and reshaped heart
Guarded by armed Pinkerton guards with guns to spare
Determined for a time to not feel too much of anything
Transformed into a former shell of a live being
Lost the ability to speak rational sentences
Can't even utter a hello to the nearest passerby
Walking around as if caught in an endless circle
Unable to get out of the Mall of America parking lot
Full of Honda Accords and various Nissan models
All of them are the same bland version of beige
Depending on the year each car was created
Walking amongst a group of fellow lost souls
Looking to survive on minimal brain capacity
Haven't enjoyed sunlight in at least two years
Skin turned into a nearly clear pigmentation
That's hard to pick up in mirrors or CC TV for that matter
George Romero made a living focused on those people
Running low when it came to the remaining shreds of humanity
Fighting to still be considered a warm member of society
Instead turning into a frost bitten vessel that was robbed of life
The internal warning light going off when time ran out
When it was too late to turn back life's time clock
Stuck with the only remaining need to join
The huddled masses of the unwashed undead
Who just walked around aimlessly
Without a care or a purpose in the world
Just the way some people would prefer to live
While others would rather simply be alive
No more, no less.
