(Intro – distorted scream) Yeah... boots on the asphalt, mind full of rage... System-made ghouls, open air cage... Walk with me... talk is cheap... think deep... turn the page... (Hook – heavy 808s, screaming vocals) Zombies shuffle, chains clatter in the neon light, Screen-fried brains under flickering fluorescent night. System spiked the Kool-Aid, now they mainline the lie, Debt-slaves scrolling doom till both eye's die. Heads bowed low, souls hollowed, chasing phantom fire, American wasteland—walking funeral pyre. I’m the last pulse movin’ through this concrete crypt, Callin’ out the dead but the dead run quick! (Verse 1 – rapid trap flow, intricate multis) Lace the Timbs tight no time to delay, Strip-mall graveyards where the American dream decay. Billboards blaspheme, pushin’ dopamine schemes, While the fiends triple-beam for likes in their fever dreams. Suburban zombies in minivans full of Xanax and debt, Cube-farm corpses cashin’ checks just to break even yet. Algorithm overlords harvest attention like crops, Turn men into bots, souls sold in app store shops. Fast-food altars, trans-fat sacraments on the plate, Credit-score shackles—your whole bloodline’s fate. Momma poppin’ pills just to stomach the pain, Daddy rage-gamin’ till his arteries drain. Kids masked in AirPods, blockin’ out the real war, Generation Zombified—metaverse metaphor. (Hook) Zombies shuffle, chains clatter in the neon blight... I’m the last pulse movin’ through this concrete crypt! (Verse 2 – double-time trapmetal, aggressive internals) Corner-store clerics preachin’ poison prescriptions, TikTok false prophets pushin’ mental afflictions. Politicians grinnin’ while the country’s hemorrhagin’, Mega-church merchants sellin’ heaven for a percentage. I see the rot in the rotisserie society, Highway tombs glowin’ red with tail-light anxiety. Exhaust fumes baptize the next wave of slaves, Wage-cage rage built for early graves. They engineered the cattle with convenience and fear, Smartphone noose—death by dopamine right here. I walk untouched by the digital hex, But the current’s strong—pullin’ necks toward the next. Spark in a few still fightin’ the current’s wrath, But most just glitch, crash, and repeat the path. (Breakdown – guttural screams + heavy guitar chugs) WAKE UP! (Wake up!) The system’s a vampire—drainin’ your light! WAKE UP! (Wake up!) Before you’re just another drone in the night! Concrete jungle... full of the undead... I’m walkin’ through hell... still got my head! (Verse 3 – intricate layered rhymes, slower menacing flow) Sun dips crimson on the overpass tombs, Forgotten factories echo with phantom booms. Tattooed husks flexin’ for validation likes, While their kids learn nothin’ but curated spikes. The matrix got ‘em convinced that this is livin’— Luxury prison with a side of forbidden. I’m the wanderer shadow, boots crushin’ glass dreams, Observin’ the massacre in 4K streams. One day the veil rips, the circuits overload, Zombies might rise when the feed implodes. Till then I keep stride through the chemical haze, Pen as my blade, slicin’ truth through the maze. (Final Hook – half-time, massive) Zombies shuffle... under fluorescent blight... System-made monsters in the dead of night. I’m still walkin’... last man with a pulse, Through the modern American... wasteland... (Outro – fading screams & 808s) Wasteland... zombies... Break the chains... or remain... Dead.
