Zombie, zombie, who were you?
Zombie, zombie, were you a human once?
Zombie, zombie, why are there so many people like you?

Human, human, i was a person once.
Human, human, i used to dream.
Human, human, but people treathed me like **** and i am one now.

The counter intuitive action consumes the
Thorough blow to the chest
From icy winds -
We flee

Gusts of geranimo stall and cluck
Like fearsome dions
And freakishly or fittingly
The armour is won

A wooly hat, woven from a spider hat
The classlessness has treathed forth
Since the beginning though

And these days it's a matter of
Who catching whom
Or whom catching who

When it should be who catching you