Zone by Naked Lyrics
One day you wake up with your brain on fire.
And the ceiling of the room now seems higher.
And the blood in your veins runs slower, drier.
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
You've realized you lost your face. It's gone. So gone.
Darkness forcing your thoughts to trip. To trip. Blood drip.
Do you want someone to come
And touch your hand?
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Ị̫̜t̰̗̞̞̠͕̝̙̗ ̲̼̣͓̮̪̱̮̣h͙͚̮̦̼͖̬͕̱̗̤̗͓̩̹͍ͅͅu̫̜̖̼̖̳̘͓̱͙r͈̤̜̠̪͖̫͉t̞̥̝̖͙͙̩͉̯̹͖̫̙̼̹̻s̫̮̤̯͍̘̻̤ ̪̼̯͙̮̞ͅu͇̖̗̲̣̹͇͎͙̣̮̖͓̬͈̫̦̟n̟̮̤̥͙̝t̗̙̬̬̜̹̲̻̗͍̱̝̬̬̼̘̠̪̖i͎̹͖l̪̞͇̩͕̼̭͙̠ ̤͍̜̪̤̪̬͈i̝̯͙̭͈͕̱̖̹t̮͓̪̩̣̫̳̲̗̯ ͎̣̩̜̗̹̖͙̙̘̱̟̘̬̰̖̪͓d͓͈̥̖̥o͍̘̗̱͉͎̫e͍̬̟͔̳̞̙̖͖̥̞̘ͅs̻̤͈̙̦͙͈̬̟n̘͙̣̟̲̲̳͉̦̞̰'͚͈͇̠̖̙̭͓̮̫͍̣̗̹͎ṭ̺̬̪̱̰̥͍̹̲̠̝͉͇̻̭̭.͍̪̲̳͉͍̰̰̰̠͙̳͚̰̜̼͉̭
The net is vast beyond infinite.
Things come and go.
You gaze up you see that the world
Has grown
So big around you that you just
Give in and watch.
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Ị̫̜t̰̗̞̞̠͕̝̙̗ ̲̼̣͓̮̪̱̮̣h͙͚̮̦̼͖̬͕̱̗̤̗͓̩̹͍ͅͅu̫̜̖̼̖̳̘͓̱͙r͈̤̜̠̪͖̫͉t̞̥̝̖͙͙̩͉̯̹͖̫̙̼̹̻s̫̮̤̯͍̘̻̤ ̪̼̯͙̮̞ͅu͇̖̗̲̣̹͇͎͙̣̮̖͓̬͈̫̦̟n̟̮̤̥͙̝t̗̙̬̬̜̹̲̻̗͍̱̝̬̬̼̘̠̪̖i͎̹͖l̪̞͇̩͕̼̭͙̠ ̤͍̜̪̤̪̬͈i̝̯͙̭͈͕̱̖̹t̮͓̪̩̣̫̳̲̗̯ ͎̣̩̜̗̹̖͙̙̘̱̟̘̬̰̖̪͓d͓͈̥̖̥o͍̘̗̱͉͎̫e͍̬̟͔̳̞̙̖͖̥̞̘ͅs̻̤͈̙̦͙͈̬̟n̘͙̣̟̲̲̳͉̦̞̰'͚͈͇̠̖̙̭͓̮̫͍̣̗̹͎ṭ̺̬̪̱̰̥͍̹̲̠̝͉͇̻̭̭.͍̪̲̳͉͍̰̰̰̠͙̳͚̰̜̼͉̭
And the ceiling of the room now seems higher.
And the blood in your veins runs slower, drier.
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
You've realized you lost your face. It's gone. So gone.
Darkness forcing your thoughts to trip. To trip. Blood drip.
Do you want someone to come
And touch your hand?
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Ị̫̜t̰̗̞̞̠͕̝̙̗ ̲̼̣͓̮̪̱̮̣h͙͚̮̦̼͖̬͕̱̗̤̗͓̩̹͍ͅͅu̫̜̖̼̖̳̘͓̱͙r͈̤̜̠̪͖̫͉t̞̥̝̖͙͙̩͉̯̹͖̫̙̼̹̻s̫̮̤̯͍̘̻̤ ̪̼̯͙̮̞ͅu͇̖̗̲̣̹͇͎͙̣̮̖͓̬͈̫̦̟n̟̮̤̥͙̝t̗̙̬̬̜̹̲̻̗͍̱̝̬̬̼̘̠̪̖i͎̹͖l̪̞͇̩͕̼̭͙̠ ̤͍̜̪̤̪̬͈i̝̯͙̭͈͕̱̖̹t̮͓̪̩̣̫̳̲̗̯ ͎̣̩̜̗̹̖͙̙̘̱̟̘̬̰̖̪͓d͓͈̥̖̥o͍̘̗̱͉͎̫e͍̬̟͔̳̞̙̖͖̥̞̘ͅs̻̤͈̙̦͙͈̬̟n̘͙̣̟̲̲̳͉̦̞̰'͚͈͇̠̖̙̭͓̮̫͍̣̗̹͎ṭ̺̬̪̱̰̥͍̹̲̠̝͉͇̻̭̭.͍̪̲̳͉͍̰̰̰̠͙̳͚̰̜̼͉̭
The net is vast beyond infinite.
Things come and go.
You gaze up you see that the world
Has grown
So big around you that you just
Give in and watch.
Y̯̰͔͈̱ͣ̽̆̽̑o̖̙ͥͬ̓ͣủ͖̣͍͎̓'̡̦͈̥͎ͥr̳̜̹̞e̼̮͂ͥ̈ͣ̄̓̓ ̩͈̻́̃̅ͤd̞̤͙͈̞̈́͌ͧ͑̏̅̾̕ẻ̸̳̣̗̥͚̹ã̺ͬͬͭd̠͓͍͑̉̈ͨ ̵͓̰̭̝ͥů͖n͎͓̫̟̳̯ͣt̬̬̻ͪͯͣ̏͌͢ͅị͚͇̦͑͑̋͆l̯͈̫̳̼̉̈́͒͟ ̟͇͕̙̓͆y͙̳̦̳̫̝̺̐ͥ͝o̼͈͕̗͎̘͛ͯͭͮu̜̯̜̘̝̦̍ͥ̓̄ͫ̐ ͕͔ḷ̵ͬ̆ͫi̫͚̼̝̠̜̘̅̉͆̽ͮ̚͡v̲̈͑͊͌ͦ͜ͅe̲͕̹̜͕͖̽ͩ̑ ̭̠ͣ́a͇͖͡g̠̰̟̩ͪ̏̚â͓̱͈̈́͛̅͑͑̅i̖̙͙̙ͥn̠̘̞̗͌ͭ̾.̮̮̙͓̣̈̽ͅ
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Ị̫̜t̰̗̞̞̠͕̝̙̗ ̲̼̣͓̮̪̱̮̣h͙͚̮̦̼͖̬͕̱̗̤̗͓̩̹͍ͅͅu̫̜̖̼̖̳̘͓̱͙r͈̤̜̠̪͖̫͉t̞̥̝̖͙͙̩͉̯̹͖̫̙̼̹̻s̫̮̤̯͍̘̻̤ ̪̼̯͙̮̞ͅu͇̖̗̲̣̹͇͎͙̣̮̖͓̬͈̫̦̟n̟̮̤̥͙̝t̗̙̬̬̜̹̲̻̗͍̱̝̬̬̼̘̠̪̖i͎̹͖l̪̞͇̩͕̼̭͙̠ ̤͍̜̪̤̪̬͈i̝̯͙̭͈͕̱̖̹t̮͓̪̩̣̫̳̲̗̯ ͎̣̩̜̗̹̖͙̙̘̱̟̘̬̰̖̪͓d͓͈̥̖̥o͍̘̗̱͉͎̫e͍̬̟͔̳̞̙̖͖̥̞̘ͅs̻̤͈̙̦͙͈̬̟n̘͙̣̟̲̲̳͉̦̞̰'͚͈͇̠̖̙̭͓̮̫͍̣̗̹͎ṭ̺̬̪̱̰̥͍̹̲̠̝͉͇̻̭̭.͍̪̲̳͉͍̰̰̰̠͙̳͚̰̜̼͉̭