When They Roam

Hello, I can't quite hear you airing all your personals for all ears
Thank you stranger for divulging your privates for everyone to hear
There's nothing sacred, no discretion, no secret unknown
And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so alone

And it's a punisher's
Weekend
On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold
Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers
In a world sans interval or tone
Sewn together but they're always alone
They roam

There's always some transmission sounding in your head
Recharging your diminished ambitions, archive the stress, yeah
Calendars and sound reminders, forget to forget
You only had a couple hours of sleep but somehow you overslept

But it's a champion's
Weekend
In the apocalypse they all compete
Sheepish clones eat the creative meek
Yeah, it's a chorus of speakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals
When they roam

Cause nothing's safe, there's no discretion, no secrets, oh no
And listening to all the white noise makes me feel so unheard

Yeah it's a punisher's
Weekend
On the horrific planet that they roam
Resounding zombies lacking any threshold
Yeah, it's a chorus of tweakers
In a world without originals
You cannot hear the individuals
When they roam