We live in a Zombie civilization
We're soldiers of a Zombie nation
Ruled by money, class, and power
Before the which we couch and cower.

Would you rather be rich, run a conglomerate
Over money, men completely dominant?
From the need to succeed there is no hiatus
Controlled by the exigencies of success.
Pyramid's peak is easily replaced
But not so easy the lowly base.

Look around and perceive a very bad world
Cry and grieve for a very sad world
Strive to become a true somebody
Only to become a new nobody.

I am a robot, no doubt in the least
Programmed by chance until I'm deceased.