Dead Teeth

Keeping black blood and a heart of salt
Against people I've never met
Every excuse every false face memorized
So I can fall back into the net
Do whatever it takes consume every trace
Until I'm as wide as I am tall
And be convinced that it was somebody else
Because nothing is ever my fault

Blacked out in the back of your mind
Face down in the leaves
Hope you'll sell that dead end soul of yours
Because nothing is free
At best you'll get blessed with a knife in the chest
And just like we guessed
We all know the rest
Soft hands make soft minds for sure

Got the vampires put to shame
I can drain the life out of long dead things and got
All the pigs saddled up to go
Do whatever is required just to keep my coat
Apathy brings atrophy
But I'll get what I want beg for what I need
There's really no legit excuse
Just got to keep them on a leash and put to use



Credits
Writer(s): Will Black
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