Zombies trudge through barren fields
The greens of grass bleeding to grey
They fall upon the swords they wield
And lose their minds within the fray.
Useless murmurs building up
Until it\'s screaming through our brains
Does it matter what water is in the cup?
They slit our wrists for their own gain.
The endless day\'s monotony
A never ending cycle repeats
We work all day for nothing\'s free
All night we toss in search of sleep
I spilled my soul across the page
The slanted scrawl tints paper red
Tear stains caused by your deceit
A year of lies and promises said
What\'s the point of humanity
If this is all we\'re meant to be
I wish everyone could just see
Before this damn world gets to me.