Стас Ярушин — Зондбе

Scrolling through my feet at midnight
Another perfect life to like
Filter me until
I'm right
Cause reality just doesn't bite
Blessing, living my past life
While my soul's dying inside
They say just be yourself
But themselves are all the same
Playing this social game
Till we've all lost our names in their hands
Zombies, zombies
What's trendy, what's trendy
Zombies, zombies, zombies, zombies
Gotta be a zombie, zombie
To fit into this throne
It's a catastrophe
But hit that zombie zOMBIE
Gotta be some, me, some, me
Welcome to the apocalypse, darling
I don't believe it
Come on
But at least we are handy yeah