Zombies are crying out, a town gone wild
Shot through by bullets named reality
Zombies are crying out, wriggling in my head
What are they searching for, wandering?
Delicate vessel pipes inflamed in red
Eyes out of focus, having lost emotions
This town is covered thickly, polluted air mixed with indifference and numbness
Hands come out underground, no comfort is given
Zombies are standing out, longing for peace
Vague memories lingering in the mind
Zombies are standing out, resurrecting glory days
Here, no one should sleep
Trying to recall the time when hot blood flowed, the head aches as if about to split
Just walking aimlessly, the obtained feast emitted a foul odor
Hands come out underground, continuing to expose disgrace
Zombies are crying out, a town gone wild
Shot through by bullets named reality
Zombies are crying out, wriggling in my head
What are they searching for, wandering?
Even if the light burns their bodies, turning them into ashes, hoping to receive God’s blessing someday
I still pray to revive
Give me pure water for this scorched throat
Though I’m screaming until my voice is hoarse
Zombies are crying out in the merciless darkness, a war cry
Dying, living, eternal rebirth, stand up, living dead
Zombies remember me, the day I dreamed of