Walking Corpses Lyrics

(Let go from the top)

Fuck Yeah

I'm tired of walking corpses

We might as well be the living dead

You stare down into miniature gravestones

As time crawls like the worms in your head

Rotting brains is the bane of today

They'd say society is on its way

On its way down under the ground

We only care about the trending sound

Staring down to the pit of our graves

We're becoming technological slaves

On its way down under the ground

We only care about the sound

You all stagger 'round through the streets now

You wouldn't know if the sky was red

Cities Overflow with blue-lit faces

Strained eyes scanning down below

Strike a pose that we used to know

Wearing clothes that we used to throw

Posing online to travel back in time

Expressing

Hatred for the modern age

Hold a grudge for today its quite

Funny to say

Generations dream of yesterday

Posing online to travel back in time

Travelling

Back in time