(Verse 1: Male)
Zombies in the boardroom, suits and ties feasting
Virus in the veins, and the profit graphs increasing
Brains on the floor, stocks hitting all—time highs
Apocalypse sponsored, they monetize our cries
Corporate carnage, laughter in the lab
Petri dish prisons, freedom they nab
Eyeballs glued to the chaos on the screen
CEO puppets, pulling strings unseen
(Chorus: Female)
Dead economy, eat what's left of me
Ripping through the streets, it's a mockery
They watch us burn, while they take their turn
Dead economy, no way to return
(Verse 2: Female)
Hands outstretched, but the cure ain't free
Auction block survival, bid your sanity
Teeth in the dark, gnashing through the screams
Pandemic playground, selling shattered dreams
They light cigars with the spark of decay
Counting bodies while the markets sway
Click—clack keyboards, betting on our fall
Experiment's over, we're their wrecking ball
(Prechorus: Male)
Who profits off pain? They tally the score
While the undead knock down every door
(Verse 3 — Male)
Needles in the dark, the serum's a spark
Lit the fuse, now the world's a theme park
Carnival of flesh, red rivers run deep
No sheep left, just wolves that don't sleep
Clocks stopped ticking, the sick keep kicking
Brains on the menu, society's slipping
The lab coats laugh, they toast with wine
Watching us dine on what's left of the line
(Chorus — Female)
Dead economy, but the hunger won't free
Clawing at the sky while the shadows fly by
Dead economy, hear the echo creep
They built the ride, now we all comply
(Verse 4 — Female)
Petri dish dreams, they planted the seed
Monsters in the mirror, now we're the breed
Dollar signs blink in their cold glass eyes
Counting cash while the living demise
We tear, we bite, we feast, we fight
Under the glow of their laboratory light
They orchestrate chaos, it's their favorite play
We're the actors, unpaid, in their grand decay
(Pre—Chorus — Male)
Syringes and stares, the puppets don't care
Pulled by strings, but the strings are air
(Chorus — Female)
Dead economy, but the hunger won't free
Clawing at the sky while the shadows fly by
Dead economy, hear the echo creep
They built the ride, now we all comply