(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)