(Original Song by Bad Wolves or the Cranberries Zombie)

(I had to change the lyrics a little to fit the time frame)

"Another head hangs lowly. Child is slowly taken. And the violence causes silence. Who are we mistaken?" I sing.

It's always the same. Violence to silence. I turn. I take a breath. 

"But you see, it's not me. It's not my family."

I point to myself, and I point to my family. Then I point to them. 

"In your head, in your head. They are fighting. With their tanks, and their bombs. And their bombs, and their drones. In your head, in your head. They are crying (crying)."

I walk forward. I walk out of the stream. Blood drips from my face and my nose. 

"What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie! What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh!" 

I turn to Mom.

"Another mother's breaking. Heart is taking over. When the violence causes silence, we must be mistaken."

I turn to them. They draw back. 

"It's the same old theme. In two thousand BC. In your head, in your head. They're still fighting (fighting). With their tanks, and their bombs, and their guns, and their drones. In your head, in your head. They are dying (dying). What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie! What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh!"

They only think the same thing. I always do bad things. That's what they all say and think I do. 

"It's the same old theme. In two thousand BC. In your head, in your head. They are dying (dying). What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie! What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Eh-hey-oh. Ah-ah-ah."

Everyone looks shocked. I need to clear my head. I turn. Mirabelle walks forward but Isabella stopped her. I glare at them. I walk into the creek and to the other side.