It's the same situation every day They walk and talk and go one way With no vacation or severance pay Not thinking about tomorrow, only today Becoming zombies of the darkest day Inflicted by numbness, paralysis pain This suicidal syndrome will have them walking the same You can feast upon the living, enjoy a diet of brains Cerebral a**a**ins, welcome to the plague Now that I'm awake I can finally hear my own voice There's a man standing there like, "boy you got a choice" he says, "You can go back to sleep," I say, "wait, stop I like that Cause in my dreams I got 22s on my black Cadillac" All the mothers are crying, "somebody stole my diamonds" All the mothers, they scream