Being a zombie is a beautiful spiritual feeling
Makes you forget your bad deeds, indeed
Stare at the TV without feeling vivid
The truth is out there, behind that flat screen

That poetry for poors they call pottery,
Putting your pitiful parenthood behind for an hour or two

My precious time's gone without being noticed
It's a drop by drop torture of today's modern culture
Western civilization is having too much spare time

Dreaming aloud, daydreaming crowd joins together in a rave
just outside of town
Between trees they all have room for each other to party the
parting reality of one

They all know they have to be home by midday or else
LSD/E's will fade and they'll face themselves in the
mirror,
Their best friends in gray
"That's not enough 3D for me"

Being a zombie alone with no world,
Not dead, not fully developed, not living,
That's ruling your mind only with your soul
That's insanity
Day dreaming, night dreaming, diagnosing, analyzing
There's way too much imagination