Verse:
Back from the dead, yeah the spirit is alive
Hero is revived, ain’t nowhere to hide
You should be terrified, yall ignorant like a pharaoh
I’ll be the arrow in your side, you arrogant, I’ll bury them alive
With their pride, like a feline, I’m like a carousel, a carnival ride
They say I’m for the clowns, but I’m accountable
That’s why I go around every time
Can’t hold me down, I will thrive
Rising out the ground, with one thing on my mind
I am hungry like I got the munchies
And when I look at you, it’s like I’m looking at a buffet line
I hear a dinner bell, I think it’s dinnertime
…
Who can I chomp on?
Who can I stomp on?
I was kicked when I was down, I was walked on
Now I’m on top and they back down
Tuck they tails, and disappear into the background
But I’ma bring the smackdown
Yeah, I’ma bring the smackdown

Chorus:
I am a zombie, I’m out of the ground
Yes they will copy, the style profound
I know they want me, they always around
It’s funny, cuz they used to call me - a clown
(x2)

Can you hear me knocking?
Can you hear me knocking at your heart?
I can wait patiently at the door,
I could hear you dreaming,
I swear I could hear you dreaming,
And that dream could be real it could come true,
I can wait patiently,
For me and you.

Have you seen the garden,
That ever changing garden,
It blooms and then dies over again,
And that is the way that love, that love can be.

And we never know which way to run,
And we don't care if we can't see the sun,
And we don't know what tomorrow,
What tomorrow brings,
And we don't know much about anything,
But I know this dream could be real.

But everything takes practice,
Experience and wisdom,
A candle that lights up then fades away,
You could be gone tomorrow,
But here today,
Can you hear me knocking?
Can you hear me knocking at your heart?
I can wait patiently at your door.

Joy to the world the Lord has come,
Let earth receive her king.

Let every heart, prepare Him room,
And saints and angels sing, and saints and angels sing,
And saints and angels sing.

Joy to the world the savior reigns,
Let saints their songs employ.

While fields and floods rocks hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat the sounding joy.

Joy to the world the Lord has come,
Let earth receive her king.

Let every heart, prepare him room,
And saints and angels sing, and saints and angels sing,
And saints and angels sing.