Lyrics Zombies (feat. Fiore Troncone) - Skeptik

Mindless everyday, the gaping mouths hang
Unable to stray from the pack, unable to separate
A viral puppet show, strings tied to TV screens
Consuming and digesting, feeding into the disease

Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones
Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones

Thoughts are not your own, just what you've been told
Fallen victim to the mindless virus of conformity
Take a look inside the shadow of your mind
Set yourself free from this false sense of reality

Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones
Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones

All these empty eyes that I used to know try to seize my mind, try to break my soul
All these empty eyes that I used to know try to seize my mind, try to break my soul

Fragments of facts are acted on green screen
Nothing but a puppet show set to repeat
Nothing but another prophet's disguise
Really nothing but another motherfucking lie
With a brain full of spiders and personal demons
Watching scene after scene of an abhorrent dream
Like a disease of the mind or a plague, entangled
Spinning round, ending cannibalizing and mangled
Lights out, fade to black, fade into red, succumbing under and surrounded by the walking dead
So cut the lights off, try to find a way to break free
They're growing and they're spreading, but they'll never take me
Lights out, fade to black, fade into red, succumbing under and surrounded by the walking dead
So cut the lights off, try to find a way to break free
They're growing and they're spreading, but they'll never take me

Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones
Break away from the mainline
While they spread the infection
Surrounded by the hoards of walking, mindless clones