[Intro – detuned keys, distant hum, whisper lead]
wake up…
same ceiling… same skin…
again… again…
[Verse 1 – soft, eerie, restrained]
Alarm cuts through like a blade to the brain
Cold floor, same path, same train
Faces blur, I don’t feel their names
Heartbeat steady but I feel no change
Coffee burns but it don’t wake me
Eyes open wide but it’s all hazy
Clock keeps pushin’, don’t ask “why”
Just move your body, don’t question life
[Pre-Chorus – layered whispers, tension rising]
I tell myself “just one more day”
But every day just looks the same
[Chorus – dark pop, punchy, haunting harmonies]
I feel like a zombie
Wake up, work, then I go work again
No soul in my body
Still breathin’ but I’m barely livin’
Tick-tock, don’t stop me
Bills stack high, yeah they own me
Tryna be somebody
But I feel like a zombie
[Post-Chorus – glitch vocal chops, eerie echoes]
go—go—go—
don’t feel—feel—feel—
run—run—run—
no real—real—real—
[Verse 2 – indie rock guitar creeps in]
Second shift, now the night feels the same
Different lights but it’s all one frame
Text my friends “yeah I’m doin’ okay”
But I ain’t seen ‘em in days… or weeks… I can’t say
Family call, I say “soon, I swear”
But “soon” disappears in the air
Tryna grow, tryna fix what’s me
Readin’ books just to breathe, to be free
[Pre-Chorus – more intense, layered]
“Be better, be more,” yeah I hear that voice
But I’m so damn tired of bein’ a choice
[Chorus – bigger, heavier drums]
I feel like a zombie
Wake up, work, then I go work again
No soul in my body
Still breathin’ but I’m barely livin’
Tick-tock, don’t stop me
Every hour feels like it owns me
Tryna be somebody
But I feel like a zombie
[Bridge – stripped, eerie organ, vocal cracks]
If I slow down, will I fall apart?
If I stop now, will I lose my start?
Am I livin’ or just playin’ dead?
Same loop runnin’ in my head
(stuttered, breaking)
wake… work… sleep… repeat…
wake… work… who is me…?
[Break – detuned keys + guitar feedback swell]
[Final Chorus – half-time, emotional burst]
I feel like a zombie
Wake up, work, then I go work again
No soul in my body
Screamin’ out but it won’t break skin
Tick-tock, don’t stop me
All this pressure tryna mold me
Tryna be somebody
But I feel like a zombie
[Outro – fading, hollow, minimal]
wake up…
go again…
don’t feel…
just pretend…
