Zombies 

Irregular rythm
With irregular thoughts
I should let go
And stop smoking pot,
But fuck that shit
My minds too gone
A teenage loser
Who hits the bong,
And zombies don't care 
They just rip n' tare
They never ask why,
Because they never experienced the high
Their good to take orders
Their as common as quarters
They segragate me
Build walls n' borders
Their the problem with America today
They can't comprahend
And they wont go away,
And daylight breaks

Zombies kill
Then they take
Fucken zombies
Fucken fakes,
They brake my heart everyday
My drug addiction
It wont go away
And I enjoy my Kool filter kings
With the flip open box
Wanna be zombies
Stock up on docks,
I see the unseen
Experiance-experiance,
You know what I mean,
So I keep to myself
So I wont get hurt
I shut my mouth
So I wont get burnt