[Intro – Whispered over slow ambient drones, war sirens echo faintly] Welcome to the land of the dead… Where the living have no chance. Ash in our lungs… And blood on our hands. Are you proud now? [Verse 1 – Slow, haunting delivery] We crawled from bunkers into dust and flame, No names left—just numbers and blame. The cities sleep beneath the smoke, Their dreams drowned out, their futures broke. The flags still wave—but there's no peace. Just echoes of the last retreat. You played your war like a king in glass— Now look at the world you let collapse. [Pre-Chorus – Low, growing tension] You called it freedom… But we called it fear. You built a nation… On death and smear. [Chorus – Explosive, defiant] Welcome to Zombieland— Where the dead rise and the living mourn. You fed us lies, then called it a plan— Now we walk through the fire, torn. This is your kingdom of ash and bone. This is the ruin you carved in stone. Are you happy now? Look what remains— A world of graves, screaming your name. In the end, this is our Zombieland. Where hope fell… and rage still stands. [Verse 2 – Faster, more biting] We begged for truth—you gave us war. You sealed your gates and watched us starve. The rich were flown out, safe and blind, While the rest of us were left behind. We are not monsters—we are what's left. Taught by fire, hardened by death. You called us zombies? Then hear our sound— We speak in vengeance, we rise from the ground. [Bridge – Spoken/Sung, eerie tone with soft harmonies underneath] You burned our history. Erased our names. Taught our children To play your games. But bones remember. Ash still breathes. And even silence Finds new teeth. [Final Chorus – Full force, layered screams & melody] Welcome to Zombieland— Where the broken walk and the cowards hide. You wore your crown with blood in hand— Now drown in the flood of your own pride. This is the fallout of your control. We are the fire you can’t patrol. Are you proud of this wasteland throne? Built on corpses, left alone? In the end, this is our Zombieland… And we will never kneel again. [Outro – Fading, almost ghostly] No graves for truth… No peace in sand… Just broken hearts In Zombieland.
