They're storming every town
They're gonna burn every building down
They're gonna make all your friends look just like them,
And if you haven't noticed yet,
We're surrounded by zombies everywhere

They're coming for your brains,
And it's too late to change
I saw you die that day
We put you in the ground,
But somehow now you're awake

My phone rings, and it's my mom
She says, "Do you know what's going on?"
Something's killing every boy and girl,
It's the end of the world

There's zombies everywhere
I see them feeding on skin, all chewing a certain way
They eat the same
They shove it all in
I run to my car, I'm on my own

I'm driving across America all alone,
But my supplies are running low, and I can't go home
There's zombies everywhere

If you're listening to this, then it's already too late
We tried our best, but we could not escape
We were surrounded, without a way outside
And without warning, they pushed their way inside
I'm writing you a letter from deep inside this hell
And hopefully, it will help you save yourself

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    General Commentzombie |’zämbe|
    - informal a person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings.

    One of my favorite horror flicks is George A Romero’s classic 1978 film Dawn of the Dead. The plot: recently dead humans mindlessly walk the Earth, trapped in a never-ending, unquenchable search for flesh and brains. And where do their desires lead them? To a shopping mall, of course. Once there, they bash through windows and break down doors in an attempt to fill their undead souls with something, anything to satisfy their cravings. And after they trap you and dine on your skin? They lumber off looking for more meat. More blood. More, more, more. It’s never enough.

    It doesn’t take a rocket scientist (or pretentious literary major) to connect the dots and understand that Romero was metaphorically using zombies to critique rampant, unchecked consumerism and social decadence. By definition, zombies do not make choices for themselves. They’re driven by an urge to consume without the ability to reflect on their feelings and understand why. They see blood and they drink it. They hear a gunshot and walk towards it. Zombies mindlessly follow the herd and use their vast numbers and relentless will to devour living flesh to remake the world in their own ghoulish, dreadful image.

    With that said, take a look around you. Go ahead. No, really. Look up and examine your surroundings. Do you see people living without passion? Without purpose? Lost in a sea of crippling self-doubt, dressing the way magazines tell them to dress and acting like characters from The Hills? Or maybe you’re stuck in a cubicle, peeking over the top of your cage to stare at your co-workers existing in a state of perpetual rationalization, human rats that constantly update their reasons for letting their dreams die and their passions to wither, only to be fool themselves into thinking that Excel spreadsheet formulas and American Idol results shows are the true keys to happiness.

    Okay, I’ll admit that it’s a clichéd and hackneyed worldview to postulate that everyone in a tie doesn’t live life to the fullest. Real life isn’t that obvious. What should be obvious, however, is that it doesn’t matter where you work, where you go to school, or how much money you have: as Henry David Thoreau once said, “most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”

    And that’s what Zombies Everywhere is about. The idea that you are surrounded on all sides by forces that pressure you to compromise your personal beliefs for the desire to fit the mold of the status quo, to make money, or to meet the unrealistic expectations of people that don’t really care about you. Zombies don’t want you to succeed because they have already failed. They gave up on their dreams years ago, and can’t possibly bear the thought that someone else might accomplish more than they have.

    But don’t let anyone stop you. Ask questions. Wear the clothes you want to wear. Listen to the music you like. Don’t get a tattoo of a werewolf biting a dolphin if you don’t think it looks cool. Don’t feel pressured to smoke, drink, have sex, cheat on your taxes, kill your landlord, or pretend that you liked X-Men Origins: Wolverine if you think they completely ruined Gambit.

    The point is: don’t let anyone define for you what is or isn’t cool. Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do. You’re not a zombie. You can think for yourself, you have an open mind and a willingness to learn and grow, and you can do anything you want to, thank you very much.

    So what are you waiting for? Get out there. Raise your hand. Write poetry. Start a charity to help homeless people, or learn how to speak French, or put together a punk band. Ask yourself, “What would I do if I didn’t have to make money?” and find a way to do a little of that every day. In short, listen to the Jiminy Cricket inside yourself and it’s impossible to do wrong.

    And one more thing: if you believe everything I’m saying, you’re a zombie of the worst kind. Oh, the irony.

    -Directly from Paul J McGuire
    omgwtfkhslolon June 07, 2009   Link

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