Zombies

You bring, malefic aromatic
Tendency to mock me
Hung on my heart
Oh, oh, oh

You leave, phone maniac
Sick computer faith
Stuck with the microwave
Aah, ah

You live in a soup of words
Putting stupid faces
Chatting with virtual people and avoiding the real

I'm not going to let
You lie to me again
I'm not going to let
You crystallize my soul

And there they go, the phone zombies
Sick and elastic faith
The microwave junkies
Aah, ah

You live in a soup of words
Putting stupid faces
Chatting with virtual people and avoiding the real

I'm not going to let
You lie to me again
I'm not going to let
You crystallize my soul

I'm not going to let
You lie to me again
I'm not going to let
You crystallize my soul

Between lines the voice was lost
Between lines everything was lost
Between lines the voice was lost
Between lines everything was lost