We survived

Static in my skull…

End credits never roll.

Sirens choke the night, city rot in place

Moonlight bleach on a dead man’s face

Homies ride deep, no hope, no prayers

Blades whisper truths in the midnight air

Fuck the rules, world already gone

Graves got names but the names feel wrong

Zombies stumble like fame with a pulse

Screens melt down, legends turn to cults

Horrorcore heartbeat, fuck the dawn

We still breathin’ while the world goes wrong

Kick doors, no mercy, no plan

John Wick focus—steady hands

Hallway drenched red, echoes of fame

Zombie masks wear celebrity names

Peyton Roi List—on a flicker screen grin

Just a nightmare frame as the dead rush in

Brad Pitt poster peelin’ off the wall

Silver-screen ghosts when the cities fall

Not real, just the end-time tease

Fame turns feral when the lights all leave

Homies clear rooms, methodical steps

One shot, reload, no time for regrets

Like Wick in a storm, pencil-sharp aim

We cut through the dark, never sayin’ names

Fuck fear, fuck faith, fuck pretend

We don’t die easy—we don’t bend

Zombies claw loud, windows shake

We still stand when the earth gon’ break

Gas station glow, guts on the floor

Laugh in the chaos—Zombieland lore

Rule number one: keep movin’ fast

Rule number two: don’t trust the past

Homies cracked jokes while the dead swarm near

If we survive, it’s ‘cause we kill the fear

Ammo low, hearts still loud

We live through hell like it owe us now

Night eats names.

Legends blur.

Screens go black.

We endure.

If the world’s a grave and the credits don’t exist—

We survived the cut.

Zombieland shit