many people mindlessly walk the earth, without a single thought or purpose running in their heads. their sleeping march running them towards the ever-presence of death. in more than one way, we are all dead already; like zombies, marching atop the graves of the ones who stopped moving long ago.

so why not break the cycle? shatter the chains that bind us to our involuntary obligation to keep down and stay quiet; wake up. show the world the scars and welts. all the cuts and tears, bruises and broken limbs.

we're already dead... so let's have this funeral open casket.

zombecca — lead vocals, lead guitar

found passenger — background vocals, rhythm guitar

jane doe — bass guitar, synth

cadaver — drums

The world takes people for face-value all the time. Too many times have people assumed things about me that make me sick. Some people think I'm a freak, some think I'm just doing perfectly fine, but regardless, they're wrong in the end.

The way you act and look is a reflection of how you feel on the inside. But barely anyone gives the time of day to put that together. Typically, it's easier for people just to assume what they can, and save time.

Being certain that a lot of people will think harshly of me for my external appearance, I needed a way to get my internal feelings out. And music was the way.

Art makes you feel things on a level that transcends every other form of communication. Words and lyrics convey meaning, instruments and atmosphere convey emotion and drive purpose. It was clear to me that music, a gift I had neglected for a large chunk of my life, was the greatest thing I knew how to do, and that it was exactly what I needed to acheive my goal.

I don't expect to win over every human on Earth with song or something. But if I can make a few people understand me on a deeper level than they did before, I'll have succeeded.

Sincerely, from a lovely lil corpse,

--- zombecca