

ゾンビになってる
やめて
そっちへ行くな
ゾンビの中で起きている
私はまだ起きている
目だけが動く
頭だけが叫ぶ
口は勝手にうなり声をあげる
肉を求めてさまよう
街はいつもどおり
信号も変わる
コンビニのドアが開く
私だけが戻れない
口の中は鉄の味
肉が裂ける触感
全部わかる
でも体は止まらない
やめて!!
聞こえて!!
お願い!!
君が逃げる
怯えて震えて足はもつれる
私は中で
ブレーキを踏み続ける
でも何も変わらない
ゾンビの中で起きている
私はまだ人間だ
目だけが涙を流す
口だけが君の血を追う
やめろ
やめろ
その人だけはダメだ
ゴンっ!
頭を何かが割る
やっと止まった
君は生きている
よかった
本当によかった
ぼやける視界の中
誰かが立っている
ゾンビの中で起きていた
私はここにいた
頭を割った人を見る
顔がだんだんはっきりする
私を見下ろしている
私がいる
私だった
もう一人の私が
私を殺した
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI

Listen to Awake Inside a Zombie by MASAQUI
Streaming / Download
- 1
Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs
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- 2
Rotting, Stagnating, Clouding
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- 3
In Recommended Feed
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- 4
Was There a B1 Floor
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- 5
Saving Me
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- 6
Only The Attendance Number Is Correct
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- 7
Special Romance
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- 8
Look Out! The Pink Unicorn Sees All!
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Awake Inside a Zombie
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- 10
Headline Verdict, Instant Death Sentence
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404AM returns with its tenth album, Play.
We were only playing.
Nothing becomes more unsettling than those four words.
Play explores the fragile boundary between reality and imagination.
Games.
Jokes.
Pretending.
Role playing.
Escaping boredom.
Each begins as something harmless.
Each quietly rewrites reality.
A recommendation feed that knows you too well.
A self that never finishes saving.
A school where only attendance numbers remain correct.
A basement that should not exist.
A pink unicorn watching from somewhere unseen.
A romance that feels more like an experiment.
People moving through life without ever fully waking up.
Across these tracks, reality is only slightly distorted.
Nothing impossible happens.
Only impossible feelings.
Blending city pop, lo fi textures, dream pop, broken dance music, internet folklore, abandoned commercial spaces, VHS damaged memories, and algorithmic nostalgia, 404AM creates an album where play becomes a survival instinct.
These songs do not ask whether something is real.
They ask whether reality itself has always been another game.
Sometimes pretending is protection.
Sometimes imagination remembers more than memory.
Sometimes the joke is the only honest thing left.
Play is an album about the quiet rules we invent to keep living, long after we forget who created them.



