LET THE DEAD BURY THE DEAD

This the place where the sun don't shine
Haven't felt the same way in a long time
Heartbreak when I wake
Smoke filling your lungs it's a damn shame
Black hearts, White cars
Take your time cause you can't restart
Polaroid pics, cause I
Never needed an eclipse but he's spitting and the shadows transfix

Good grief is what I got
Writing on the walls painting pictures in my thoughts
Couldn't take a fucking minute, Take a break, Take a walk
But these motherfuckers mad that I'm gonna kill em all
But I'll mind my business
Tick tock, I'm taking time I'm finished spilling
Took too long to diminish
Jealousy reign supreme when I'm dying in my dreams

Seeing red seeing blue
Looking in the mirror thinking bout the truth
Haven't been outside in a while
Money on your head, execution no trial

Well if you couldn't see the sign could you kill mine
With a Jack Knife, fuck it never wanna decide
Call me King Dice, see Adonis on the hillside
Where his fucking will died, Corpse Bride
Horrified til' he
Couldn't see til' he sleeps, nightmares into dreams
Mind splitting at the seams, tell me
Do you feel like she, do you hate like me

Marie calling he insane, leave the body in the lake
Sleeping with the fishes, needed no debate
Well if today was the day, never knowing who prevailed
Only one could stand amazed
At the sight they're given
A gift for the living crueler inhibitions
But in the end who really made the decision
For the lead in your head, Let the Dead Bury the Dead

Seeing red seeing blue
Looking in the mirror thinking bout the truth
Haven't been outside in a while
Money on your head, execution no trial

You think I imagined all of it don't you
You think I'm insane
I didn't say that, I don't mean that
I'm a competent person
If anything I'm a realist
I'm not given to imagining anything
I can't get through to you can I
To any of you
That it is frightening
Everything about this place is evil
You're tired dear, we've all had a most trying day
Can't you see what you're doing to yourself
You're letting it all get out of hand
I wish someone would believe me
It doesn't seem possible that I could've imagined all of



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Clemente
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