And this is in fact the truth...
Zombies create their own destinies!
The worldwide web consumes them
And their lives are barren,
When they betray one another
They tend to get tired
And silence shall be their only friend,
For silence is a face that never mends
Because the mending is too deep,
Shall I be my brother\'s gatekeeper?
Is it all about individuality at this point?
Please keep your identity to yourself!
For the world hates it
For the world would rather be in unison,
Oh the fear of the cult!
For the light has left the building
And the rose has stemmed from a deadly place
For admiration is a deadly presence!
What are your plans to stop the individual
From shining in the sun?
Oh please don\'t be afraid of the cult!
Don\'t surrender to the veil...
As beautiful as I am
I am aligning in the spirit
Please don\'t persuade the downing hours
To cast the roses off their throne,
What specific belief system do you have?
For the joys of the world are sacred!
My angels shall protect me
For you are trash, not treasure
Oh just dump me to my knees
If you hate me,
For if you hate me
Why am I not dead?
You are so hypnotized by me from afar
Yet everything around you shall crumble!
You are not pure
And you know that,
I shall continue to rise in my purpose!
This yellow hat with this yellow cat
Has suffered long enough
I tread lightly
My roses that I seek
For joy definitely comes in the morning
As more roses begin to shine upon me
Oh the cult, the cult that despises me
Is the same cult that praises me;
I wonder where the black cat lies
Unintentionally the cult dies.