Dead on Arrival
Ahah-ahaha
They say that life's a gift, so I'm living in the present
It's easy for the rich but I'm living like a peasant
Crying every night cause I'm used to all the wreckage
Paranoid, suffocating like I'm breathless
Dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all a game 'til I fall off the edge
Ahah-ahaha
Maybe I am just a bad person
It's the reason why I'm living with these curses
Put my faith in everyone but they're all serpents
Cause the devil got my soul and keeps it burning
You can't find it from me
It's like a disease
I beg and I plead
(But no one's gonna save me)
Dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all a game 'til I fall off the edge
Put the nail in my coffin, I don't stand a chance
When the whole world's against you
It's hard not to laugh when you're dead, dead
When you're dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Feels like I could die
Sends shivers down my spine
I got targets on my back
I cut my fingers reaching out for your hand
Now I'm dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all game 'til I fall off the edge
Put the nail in my coffin, I don't stand a chance
When the whole world's against you
It's hard not to laugh when you're dead, dead
When you're dead on arrival, dead on arrival
They say that life's a gift, so I'm living in the present
It's easy for the rich but I'm living like a peasant
Crying every night cause I'm used to all the wreckage
Paranoid, suffocating like I'm breathless
Dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all a game 'til I fall off the edge
Ahah-ahaha
Maybe I am just a bad person
It's the reason why I'm living with these curses
Put my faith in everyone but they're all serpents
Cause the devil got my soul and keeps it burning
You can't find it from me
It's like a disease
I beg and I plead
(But no one's gonna save me)
Dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all a game 'til I fall off the edge
Put the nail in my coffin, I don't stand a chance
When the whole world's against you
It's hard not to laugh when you're dead, dead
When you're dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Feels like I could die
Sends shivers down my spine
I got targets on my back
I cut my fingers reaching out for your hand
Now I'm dead, dead
And I know the grave like the back of my hand
Stay stressed, pretend
It's all game 'til I fall off the edge
Put the nail in my coffin, I don't stand a chance
When the whole world's against you
It's hard not to laugh when you're dead, dead
When you're dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Robert Lundin, Tristan Michael Torres, Joshua Roberts, Vincent Michael Dieter Ernst, Freddie Criales, Joeseph Horsham
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