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(Moon)
Simulate a seizure in the strobe,
Some come to hold on, some come to let go.
But we all feel the pull of that undertow,
Feeling numb in the skull and it's wonderful.
We the type never done like they was told.
Got that future music with its roots in old.
The blacks of our eyes wide like the full moons glow.
I know we got a lotta examples to show,
That this bottom of the bottle living sure gets old.
So push aside them piles of empty baggies and viles.
Where you lie to yourself and you live in denial.
Everyone wanna rage everyone wanna wile.
G'wan, may get away with once in a while for a while,
But sooner or later, you change up your style,
We all change up our style.

(Chorus)
Here come them zombies in droves,
To feel their Adrenalin flow,
And dance in the cell phone glow at the medicine show.
Gassed up soul, pretending it's whole. (X2)

(Laz)
Salute to Captain Trips, Cut the lifeboats abandon ship
Listen to wisdom from the wizards and evangelists
Witch-doctors'll make a potion and let you sample it
while alchemists whip up magic talismans and amulets
Thought I was buggin' knew it wasn't a game
I seen a zombie so spun he couldn't mumble his name
Symbols scribbled on prescription pads diminish the pain
It's a one-way ticket, the mission is BRAINS
Quarantine-the infection spreads, epidemic
Voodoo minions pretending that they be epileptic
C'mon man don't let it go to your head
If you dance with the Necromancer, recollect what he said:
"It can be vicious, and tricks are for kids.
Nobody thinks I be suspicious til I hit where you live"
Taking the broken people, they get fixed on his licks
Surgical mask hides the lizard tongue licking lips.

(Chorus)
Here come them zombies in droves,
To feel their Adrenalin flow,
And dance in the cell phone glow at the medicine show.
Gassed up soul, pretending it's whole. (X2)

(Moon)
It looks just like the night the dead rose
Crowded the stage filling the front
Demonic controlled they climbed outta they holes
From graves unearthed bathed in dirt,
Looking like slaves to them wave and hertz
With cravings so bad that they hurt
Make you act berserk and wonder what it's all worth.
It could be, addiction or greed
It'll blur your vision and make it hard to see
It's blinding like lights and sirens.
Hit your third eye with the Visine to make life more vibrate.
Develop a code and try to live by it.
Find peace in my mind and sit quietly smiling.
Then I slay the verse till I lay in the hearse
I spit incantations to break the curse.
Life moves in one direction and it ain't reverse.
Might be predetermined but it ain't rehearsed. (X2)

(Bridge)
One's too many, a millions never enough.
Pressing our luck just to feel the rush,
Feeling that lust for them particles of dust,
Becoming someone you just can't trust (x2)

(Chorus)

Subsoil is:

Mooney Faugh - Vocals
Laz Green - Vocals
Wil McKenna - Guitar, Vocals
Ted Ladwig - Keyboards
Adrien D'Angelo - Bass, Vocals
Jay Priest - Drums

Special Guests:

Sean Chimento - Turntables
Bill Smith - Saxophones

Lyrics written by Mooney Faugh & Laz Green
Music written by Wil McKenna
Performed & Co-Written by Subsoil

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