[Spoken Intro – distorted] Hello? If you’re alive… leave a message. If you’re dead… they’ll call you back. [Build – talky] They ghost you when you breathe (uh-huh) They post you when you leave (uh-huh) They scrollin’ like it’s church (amen) They lovin’ you in reverse (rewind) [DROP / CHANT] Zombies love you when you’re dead! (dead! dead!) Text you back when you’re a thread! (read! read!) Hearts go “BRAINS” on your feed! (feed! feed!) Kiss your name, then bite your need! (need! need!) [Verse 1 – absurd, rapid] I’m too alive for the algorithm, babe, My pulse don’t fit in a sponsored frame. They want me quiet, they want me pale, They want a headline, not a tale. I got a human brain, it’s inconvenient, I got feelings — that’s a tax on genius. So I wear sunglasses at my own wake, Drink espresso out a tombstone plate. [Pre-Drop – rising] When I was breathing, you were busy (busy) Now I’m trending — now you miss me (miss me) Say you love me? That’s suspicious (suspicious) You only hungry when I’m missing (missing) [DROP / CHANT] Zombies love you when you’re dead! (dead! dead!) Text you back when you’re a thread! (read! read!) Hearts go “BRAINS” on your feed! (feed! feed!) Kiss your name, then bite your need! (need! need!) [Verse 2 – weirder] They brought flowers made of plastic likes, Said “R.I.P.” then asked for invites. Cry emoji, then a dance remix, Grief in 4K — wow, aesthetics. My coffin got a bassline, 303, Acid bubbles from the cemetery. The priest said “rest,” the DJ said “DROP,” The whole graveyard hit robot bop. [Bridge – breakdown, creepy cute] Shhh… I hear them in the hallway, Soft shoes, hungry smiles, okay. They don’t want you messy, warm, and real, They want you framed like a happy meal. So if you love me, love me loud, While I’m here, not underground. [Final DROP – bigger, mantra] Zombies love you when you’re dead! (dead! dead!) Love you best when you can’t beg! (beg! beg!) They don’t clap for living heads! (heads! heads!) They just dance around the dead! (dead! dead!) [Outro – spoken, glitch] If you’re alive… call me now. If you’re dead… congratulations. You’re finally everyone’s type.
