Dance Of The Dead
You're dead
Heard too much, know too much - don't know
if I can take it
If the system had one neck, you know I'd
gladly break it
They've got us where they want us - stuck in
this sick romance
They need no chain - it's in our brain
And we don't stand a chance
If we keep doing this deadly dance
End this sick romance
The dance of the dead
It's all in my head
Know the deal, the way we feel - those of us who care
Constant pain, the endless rain becomes
too much to bear
Feel the need to concede - pretend it's all ok
But the horror, today, tomorrow, will never
ever go away
If you give in to the deadly dance
You've got to take that chance
The dance of the dead
It's all in your head
Ain't got the time or peace of mind to deal
with the likes of you
Your narrow views, your two-bit moves just
tell me that you're through
You're dead
You're dead
You're dead
Don't give in, live the sin - let them see the sight
There's no answer in the end - live free, fall or fight
Keep in mind, that you'll find them standing in the way
Run them down to the ground - make the guilty pay
And there'll be no more deadly dance
End their idiot prance
The dance of the dead
It's all in their heads
The dance of the dead
The dance of the dead
Dead
Heard too much, know too much - don't know
if I can take it
If the system had one neck, you know I'd
gladly break it
They've got us where they want us - stuck in
this sick romance
They need no chain - it's in our brain
And we don't stand a chance
If we keep doing this deadly dance
End this sick romance
The dance of the dead
It's all in my head
Know the deal, the way we feel - those of us who care
Constant pain, the endless rain becomes
too much to bear
Feel the need to concede - pretend it's all ok
But the horror, today, tomorrow, will never
ever go away
If you give in to the deadly dance
You've got to take that chance
The dance of the dead
It's all in your head
Ain't got the time or peace of mind to deal
with the likes of you
Your narrow views, your two-bit moves just
tell me that you're through
You're dead
You're dead
You're dead
Don't give in, live the sin - let them see the sight
There's no answer in the end - live free, fall or fight
Keep in mind, that you'll find them standing in the way
Run them down to the ground - make the guilty pay
And there'll be no more deadly dance
End their idiot prance
The dance of the dead
It's all in their heads
The dance of the dead
The dance of the dead
Dead
Credits
Writer(s): Reed Mullin, Woody Weatherman, Pepper Jay Keenan, Karl Agell, Phyllis Swisher
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