ZOMBIE DAWN

Every morning the zombie wakes
He takes his bath and then he shaves
Puts on the same clothes as day before yesterday
He walks out of his life and walks away

This zombie has a collar with his name on it
Not much different than a machine he is working
His fingers are attached to the sticky keyboard
Head fueled by zeros and ones, he is bored

The other zombies are different, but they are all the same
They just have different colored tags, with longer names
Their lives are the mirrors they hold to look pretty
Their ugly faces grin at them from infinity

And after six days of dead life one day of true death arrives
The zombie numbs up his senses but somehow he survives
On the day next to that he is thrown into the cycle
Zombie dawn arrives again in his own private hell
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