(Static crackle, a heartbeat thump) (Whispered, distorted) Wake up... wake up... (Verse 1) The signal's dead, a hollow tone Marching feet on cracked cement and stone They move in sync, a perfect, lifeless line A programmed pulse, a grand design I see the glow behind their vacant eyes A hypnotic hum, a swarm of flies They sold their souls for a steady, digital stream Now they're just actors in a dead man's dream A dead man's dream... (Pre-Chorus) But I feel a tremor in the wire A phantom limb, a neural fire A ghost of rage, a flicker of a spark Before the light goes dark... (Chorus) We are the zombies, the waking dead Marching to the beat that's inside our head We are the error, the glitch in the code The phantom voltage about to explode! We are the zombies, but we're coming alive A malfunction, a system drive We are the zombies, the waking dead Rising from the static, painted in red! (Drop - Heavy, distorted bass, glitched vocals) R-r-r-rising from the static! P-p-p-painted in red! The waking dead! The waking dead! (Verse 2) They want my mind, a blank cassette A pre-owned thought, a safe bet They feed us fear on a looped display To keep the riot at bay But the signal's bleeding, a fractured screen Showing things they don't want seen A flicker of truth in the monochrome A virus in the data-dome The data-dome... (Pre-Chorus) And I feel a tremor in the wire A phantom limb, a neural fire A ghost of rage, a flicker of a spark Before the light goes dark... (Chorus) We are the zombies, the waking dead Marching to the beat that's inside our head We are the error, the glitch in the code The phantom voltage about to explode! We are the zombies, but we're coming alive A malfunction, a system drive We are the zombies, the waking dead Rising from the static, painted in red! (Bridge - Vocals become clearer, more human, but still processed) Under the hum, a different song A frequency where we belong Not just a number, not just a shell Breaking out of this digital cell Can you feel it? The bass is a heart Tearing the programmed world apart A surge of chaos, a beautiful noise Drowning out the synthetic voice We have a choice! We have a voice! (Build-up - Synths rising, drums getting faster and more frantic) And it sounds like... (inhale) And it feels like... (electricity crackles) And it looks like... (a million lights in the dark) It's a riot! A riot! A RIOT! (Final Chorus - Explosive, full of energy, layered vocals) WE ARE THE ZOMBIES, THE WAKING DEAD! MARCHING TO THE BEAT THAT'S INSIDE OUR HEAD! WE ARE THE ERROR, THE GLITCH IN THE CODE! THE PHANTOM VOLTAGE ABOUT TO EXPLODE! WE ARE THE ZOMBIES, BUT WE'RE COMING ALIVE! A MALFUNCTION, A SYSTEM DRIVE! WE ARE THE ZOMBIES, THE WAKING DEAD! RISING FROM THE STATIC, PAINTED IN RED! (Outro - Music deconstructs, leaving only a heartbeat and a distorted voice) Painted in red... The waking dead... We are the zombies... But we're not yours. (Heartbeat stops. Silence.)
