From the Dead
How does it feel to know that you've won?
You keep laughing like it's a joke
All I wanted was a son
Now all I have is dope
No, no, no, no, no
Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight
And you're alright, I guess I'll just die
Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight
And you're alright, I guess I'll just die
There are roots growing under my bed
Strange things go off in my mind
I keep rising from the dead
But these days are awfully kind
You keep laughing like it's a joke
All I wanted was a son
Now all I have is dope
No, no, no, no, no
Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight
And you're alright, I guess I'll just die
Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight
And you're alright, I guess I'll just die
There are roots growing under my bed
Strange things go off in my mind
I keep rising from the dead
But these days are awfully kind
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Gonzalez Ii
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