Let the Dead Bury the Dead

Find a way to fill my lungs with novocain
And numb the pain
My breath is running faster
And my temperature is rising

I'm running out of sacraments
So read me my last rights and
Tell me I can love again
Or I never want to feel again
I can't believe another fucking word that comes from your lips

Find myself falling
Crawling into something else
Further from my health
And I'll never ask for mercy again

I find the crows still sing
I think she's coming for me
They'll shoot back my blood and say
"Let's make a toast in the grave"

Now I'm on my own but I'm
I'm not afraid of the dark
I'll make you work for it
I hope you never forget

Find myself falling
Crawling into something else
Further from my health
And I'll never ask for mercy again
Find myself falling
Crawling into something else
Further from my health
And I'll never ask for mercy again

I'm in a motherfucking curse
Still alive in my hearse
Bring me back to the sun
Settle down
Is this hereditary, Ms. Brown?
Bring me back to the sun
Or sit and watch me just suffocate
And my body dissipate

Find myself falling
Crawling into something else
Further from my health
And I'll never ask for mercy again

I wound myself into your web
But I never wanted this
"Play your part and we will start again, alone" she said
"Or bury yourself alive in spite of this"
And if I let you in
Could I live again
Then mark my words
I better ask for mercy again

With the blood
Say you'll save me
Or sink into the ground to be a shell
Say you'll save me
Say you'll save me



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Bastin
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