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Zombie Video (MV)




Performed By: Mark Durksen
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Mark Durksen




Mark Durksen - Zombie Lyrics




Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie

Foot drag. Arms out
Tongue hang. Heart down
Eyes up, rolled back
Frozen, broken. That's a cold snap
I think I'm zombified
Probably couldn't even tell wrong from right
Probably couldn't even tell right from left
Wait. Had to check if any life was left
Paramedic giving me the time of death
Like it's time to rest in peace
Meet me? Don't mind the mess
And my mind's a mess. Craving brains
Going off the rails. Crazy train
Looking awful pale. Wasting away
In a box like David Blaine. I can't make a change on my own
Just making the same mistakes until somebody makes a way

Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Walking around like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like

What's going on in my head
Wanna be friends? I wanna be fed
Follow a scent then fall off the edge
From shine in the dark to Shaun of the Dead
No longer pretending I'm better than people
What good is a house if the resident evil
I should be quarantined for disease
Because the infection is lethal
But it spread to the people
Is it epidemic or genetic? How do we know
Everybody muddy getting bloody in their clean clothes
Chewing fresh human flesh then we keep going with greedy groans
We need hope
The streets teeming over with the dead at the end of the scene though
But if Lazarus came back from this
Then you bet I'm expecting a sequel

Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Walking around like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please

Wanna get out I'm like God please
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Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie

Foot drag. Arms out
Tongue hang. Heart down
Eyes up, rolled back
Frozen, broken. That's a cold snap
I think I'm zombified
Probably couldn't even tell wrong from right
Probably couldn't even tell right from left
Wait. Had to check if any life was left
Paramedic giving me the time of death
Like it's time to rest in peace
Meet me? Don't mind the mess
And my mind's a mess. Craving brains
Going off the rails. Crazy train
Looking awful pale. Wasting away
In a box like David Blaine. I can't make a change on my own
Just making the same mistakes until somebody makes a way

Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Walking around like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like

What's going on in my head
Wanna be friends? I wanna be fed
Follow a scent then fall off the edge
From shine in the dark to Shaun of the Dead
No longer pretending I'm better than people
What good is a house if the resident evil
I should be quarantined for disease
Because the infection is lethal
But it spread to the people
Is it epidemic or genetic? How do we know
Everybody muddy getting bloody in their clean clothes
Chewing fresh human flesh then we keep going with greedy groans
We need hope
The streets teeming over with the dead at the end of the scene though
But if Lazarus came back from this
Then you bet I'm expecting a sequel

Walking around like a zombie
Talking I sound like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Walking around like a zombie
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please
Wanna get out I'm like God please

Wanna get out I'm like God please
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