Sewerperson, JabariOnTheBeat - March of the Undead lyrics

I just wanna have another
Night were all alone
I just wanna have another
Night I feel at home
Words could never hurt me if I
Don't pick up the phone
Even when I'm hurting I
Get through it on my own

You are now tuned in to the undead
We have all been apart of the undead
As the lights go dark in a slow death
We participate in the march of the undead
You are now tuned in to the good life
You are now sheets deep on a warm night
You are now too smart for the soot life

You will now tap in to the third eye
You will now rise up in the midnight
As your breath blows out into twilight
And the flames fly out in a warm light
As your brain dries out in this dream life
Feel your fate get mapped by the star signs
Feel your lungs get scratched
By the star grinds
And the sight comes back to your burnt eyes
You are now thought trapped on a cold night

You are now tuned in to the undead
We have all been apart of the undead
As the lights go dark in a slow death
We participate in the march of the undead

I will now leave earth for my homeland
I remember bedroom strip lights and
All the slow jams
It's corny but you know it's different
When she ask to hold hands
I'm inside my feelings I don't wanna face cam
I'm inside my shell incapable of romance
I'm inside my house still up
And writing you slow jams
Since December I been tryna
Link and make plans
I can't remember how i felt
When I was your man

You are now tuned in to the undead
We have all been apart of the undead
As the lights go dark in a slow death
We participate in the march of the undead
You are now tuned in to the undead
We have all been apart of the undead

You will now tap in to the third eye
You will now rise up in the midnight
As your breath blows out into twilight
And the flames fly out in a warm light
As your brain dries out in this dream life
Feel your fate get mapped by the star signs
Feel your lungs get scratched
By the star grinds
And the sight comes back to your burnt eyes
You are now thought trapped on a cold night