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,