Zombie (Something With Numbers)

Why do I keep living the life of a zombie, No brains no thoughts nothing just a body, And no one believes me I'm a living disgrace and I'm easy, To manipulate but I'm breathing, It's hard to believe that your leaving, But you're ready to run Why do I keep living the life of a zombie, Why do I keep putting it on like a zombie, Get ready to run Today your gonna figure it out, Once the story drops get ready to run Today your gonna figure it out Why do I keep getting high like a zombie, No goals no choice nothing just a body, With no meaning A complete basket case and I'm needing, The thrill of your grace now I'm pleading, For you to erase this feeling, But you're ready to run Today you're gonna figure it out, Once the story drops get ready to run Today you're gonna figure it out