DEAD

Dead (dead, dead, dead)
Just like that (that, that, that)
(You're dead just like that)

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

Spit your horror in my face
You can't touch my soul
Come and crush my hydra head
Oh how low can you go

I'm an easy touch and you're
Way too pestilent
It's so pathetic, you're a headache
Let me set this bridge ablaze

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

You're dead
You're dead

Not a single piece of dirt
On my church's floor
But in my quiet garden
All is rotten to the core

I'm feeding off my own lies
Veins spreading black ink
All the ties that I cut off
Have tied a noose around my neck

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

Cause you're dead
Just like that
You've built yourself a grave
Inside my head

You're dead
You're dead

You're dead
You're dead



Credits
Writer(s): Tomasz Zwolinski
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