This is a song about "Zombie land"

Cause i got the burner in the hand

The downfall of our free land

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Till i land in the land of flames and disbelievers of morals

Huh, i can't interpret her

Or land soft as a sweater

I stay lonely and cocky

Dick left her dead like a zombie

So here i am at the store for some chips

Cause its a zombie apocalypse.