Stay a Seven

If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
I pulled a dead dog from it's grave
I thought it would be liberating to watch it all decay, unscathed
I pulled a dead thought from it's grave
I thought it would be liberating to watch itself re-animate
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
I placed a death squad at my gate
I thought it would be liberating to see it in the light of day
Now I am a dead spot on the world gaze
Imaginatively deliberating the architecture of the mass grave
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
It tastes like heaven, but I'm fucked up as hell
I'll stay a seven for the things that I never felt
Well I taste like heaven, but I'm fucked up as hell
Will I Stay a Seven? for the things that I never felt
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
If I can't die (I can't die), I'll get high trying
The livestock parade "To the butcher!" we sang
It tastes like heaven
Will I stay a seven?



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Sánchez, Steven Cook
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