zombie apocalypse (Cover)

[Intro – low strings, amp buzz rising, staccato heart monitor rhythm] Yeah… Tick-tock, scalpels sing — White lights hum, and the tea still steams… You thought I’d break? Nah. I stitch the screams. [Beat slams — violins saw through the tempo] Verse 1 (ha-ha-ha!) Yeah, I sharpened my hope on the edge of her vein, Said “don’t you dare die, babe, I’ll build you again.” Mercury kiss, syringe for a prayer, Who needs a god when you’ve got the March Hare? Blood to data, pulse to tone, I can make her dance with a metronome. Clip the guilt, splice the grace, If she’s half machine, she still knows my face! (stutters, laughter) You think I’m sick? I call it faith with proof! Rewired her soul in a thunder booth. No priest, no cross, just voltage and tears, Resurrection’s my career. [Violins screech — digital chime loop rises] Chorus No time to bleed, no time to cry, I’ll burn through hell to make her fly. No god, no grave, no end for me — It’s three for tea, it’s still three for tea! [echoing laughter – “still three for tea!”] --- Verse 2 Wires hum like hymns, she’s twitchin’ in rhyme, If I feed her enough heat, she’ll sync in time. Heart’s half gone but the code’s still pure, What’s a little death when love’s the cure? Crimson in my hair, static in her grin, If she wakes, we win, if she breaks, we begin. I’ll forge her bones from the ash of sin, Build her better — or burn ‘em all in! (rising hysteria) Hatter’s gone, Chris collapsed, So it’s me in the lab with the ghosts unmasked! I’ll keep her warm, I’ll make her breathe, Don’t talk to me about “time to grieve.” [short violin solo — manic, spiraling, bow snapping at end] Chorus No time to bleed, no time to cry, I’ll burn through hell to make her fly. No god, no grave, no end for me — It’s three for tea, it’s still three for tea! --- Bridge – breakdown (speed doubles, whispered multiphonics) Pulse crack! — I see her twitch! My sweet resurrection glitch! She hums my name through the radio hiss, Alice reborn from a lover’s abyss! (snarled) If she wakes wrong, I’ll fix the code, I’ll stitch her smile with a mercy load. If she screams pain, I’ll make her sing — If she’s half a ghost, she’s still my thing! (violins shriek / glass shatter / feedback loop spinning out) --- Final Chorus – half-speed, despair curling under mania No time to bleed, no time to cry, I’ll burn through hell to make her fly. No god, no grave, no end for me — It’s three for tea… it’s still three… for tea… [heartbeat fades / machines quiet / faint static hush] --- [Silence – 3 seconds] (barely audible whisper, close-mic, tremor in breath) I’m so cold… You should’ve purged me, bitch. [Glitch pop. End.]