Necromancer

The shaman writes a prescription
Meet the temp at the pharmacy
The pills expire at midnight
Cemetery on sight

Wake up, wake up ye heretics
Kinda craving, craving for cruelty
Wake up, wake up ye heretics
The priest cries blasphemy

Wake up, wake up ye heretics
Kinda craving, craving for cruelty
In some other reality
You could still love me me me

Always wanting more
For nothing in return
And you could even
Speak with the dead
But you mute the phone
Like no words were left unsaid

The mall's holding a séance
The consumer graveyard
They got souls on clearance
Black Friday

Wake up, wake up ye heretics
Kinda craving, craving for cruelty
Wake up, wake up ye heretics
The priest cries blasphemy

Wake up, wake up ye heretics
Kinda craving, craving for cruelty
In some other reality
You could still love me me me

Always wanting more
For nothing in return
And you could even
Speak with the dead
But you mute the phone
Like no words were left unsaid

For nothing in return
And you could even
Speak with the dead
But you mute the phone
"Spaced out" is the way you cope

The dead silent treatment show
The space out treatment show
The dead silent treatment show
The space out treatment show
The dead silent treatment show
The space out treatment show
The dead silent treatment show
Do you still love me me me?

Always wanting more
For nothing in return
And you could even
Speak with the dead
But you mute the phone
Like no words were left unsaid

For nothing in return
And you could even
Speak with the dead
But you mute the phone
"Spaced out" is the way you cope

All the problems you collect
Never get solved 'cause you wanna brag
You'd complain even to the dead
How life always wears you out



Credits
Writer(s): Matias Kalevi Ylikangas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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