Gasping for the air to fill my lungs, taste the iron of blood upon my tongue. Head is pounding, where the hell am I? With a sense of survival, to stand, I’ll try. With a sense of survival, to stand, I’ll try. With a sense of survival, to stand, I’ll try. And, am I alive or did I die? If not in heaven, where am I? In the darkness, afraid to reach out. Who or what surrounds me, what evil lurks about. Are my captors, should I keep quiet… or shout? How long have I been blacked out? Should I keep quiet or shout… or shout? Gasping for the air to fill my lungs, taste the iron of blood upon my tongue. Head is pounding, where am I? With a sense of survival, to stand, I’ll try. And my, my memory returns… I died, didn’t I? I’m sure of it, amnesia aside. My mind is fried. Poisoned by a stranger, can not be denied. This quest is so tiring. And, my neurons aren’t firing. Walking naked, perspiring. Just a droid with bad wiring. Neurons aren’t firing. Am I sleeping, is this all a dream? Rattled, shaken, and with no voice to scream. Exhausted engine without steam… a zombie, it would seem. A zombie, it would seem. A zombie, a zombie, a zombie… it would seem!