Education’s got me feeling like the living dead
Too many new ideas running through my head
I’m feeling kind of foggy so I try to sit outside
It’s there from all this pressure that I try to hide
It’s eating at my flesh and brain, feeding off my soul
I’d force it all to leave me but the poison takes its toll
I’d save myself with literature, save myself with love
But nothing ever really works, so what I’m dreaming of
Is getting out with dreaming, getting out with song,
But once again it doesn’t end and I just string along
The last resort is movement, I could dance myself to death
And instead I end up running, always feeling out of break
I think the end is drawing near we’re all just in a hoard
I never asked to learn this, I don’t quite feel on board
We thought that education would relieve our sense of dread
But instead of curiosity, we’re transformed living dead
Of a new zombie apocalypse we needn’t ever fear
It’s the stress that’s in our hearts that’s drawing ever near
The moans and groans of students can be heard throughout the halls
As we make the correlation between the rotting and us all
You’d think that someone’d notice that we’ve all grown dispossessed
Of all our own ideas and our growth has been repressed
If you’re looking for a zombie then you shouldn’t look too far
Because there are disillusioned youth everywhere you are