(Verse)
Conceived, a brother for fantasy
Don’t ever pa** society
Don’t wanna be your toy no more
Don’t wanna be your toy no more
Don’t wanna be a corpse no more
Cause this life is but a dream
(Pre-Chorus)
Dead, I’m alive, feel nothing inside my plastic heart
And eyes, this superficial life
(Chorus)
I’m Zombie Barbie with a gun to my head
I’m Zombie Barbie, I’m the human undead
(Verse 2)
We are who we are, look how we’ve come so far
Quit wishing for a brighter star
Tattooed covered in scars but nothing’s what it seems
Merrily, merrily life is but a dream
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Don’t want to be your toy, no more!
Don’t want to be a corpse, no more!
Conceived, a product of your fantasy
To hell with what you want me to be!
(Pre-Chorus)
(Chorus x2)