Premature Burial - Siouxsie And The Banshees

This catacomb compels me Corroding and inert

It weights and tries to pull me Must I resist or re-assert?

The unchanged and the unchangeable

Doing the zombierama

Singing Oh come and be like me,

We’re all sisters and brothers

Ejected to this state of being

Don’t bury me with this

I’m in a state of catalepsy

Can I really exist?

Clawing from the inside

Drowning in your chant

Thoughts come flooding through me Despairing unity

The unchanged and the unchangeable

Doing the zombierama

Singing Oh come and be like me,

We’re all sisters and brothers

Red and white carnations

Can’t intoxicate my brain

This blissful suffocation

It is driving me to pain

Oh what a bloody shame

The unchanged and the unchangeable

Doing the zombierama

Singing Oh come and be like me,

We’re all sisters and brothers

I’m not your sister

Or your brother

Don’t bury me with this

Join hands-join hands

We’re all sisters and brothers

Sisters and brothers

I can’t relate to you

You’re no relation of mine