Dead

How many times
How many moves
How many tricks
Does it take for you
To stop?
Just stop

Reach into that hole
Grab your soul
And take it out of you
Gonna find a way
With nothing left to say or talk about, yeah
Then we're at the end of mind
And you're almost dead, oh no
Afraid to let the cold win now
And lose your head, yeah

Yeah, whatever

We're still around
And just like that we always win
Travel less into that world
Everyone in need
You don't taste that?
It reeks of pain
A bittersweet flavour of your Self

Forget about it

Reach into that hole
Gonna grab your soul
And take it out of you
Gonna find a way
With nothing left to say or talk about, yeah
Then we're at the end of mind
And you're almost dead, oh no
Afraid to let the cold win now
And lose your head, yeah

You're almost dead
You're almost alive



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