Being Dead
Look at all these complicated places
They're such aggravated spaces
Filled with sad and lonely unrelated faces
Waiting for the undistracted moment
It's all incontracted content
But the hollow truth is all abstracted torment, yeah
This must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around and round in my head
Suffer this discriminated feeling
Blackness terminated healing
So it's locked below the sublimated ceiling, yeah
Abandon this isolated outcast
It's such perpetrated miscast
Of the sad and lonely unrelated typecast, yeah
This must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around and round in my head
Eyes to the sky, arms crossing heart
No feelings... I must be dead
Toes to the stone, spine on the pine
No feelings... I must be dead
So cold
Marble and gold
So cold
Take this sorry soul
Leave this body down this Blacken'd hole
Eyes to the sky, hands holding head
No feelings... wish I was dead
Lost and Unconsoled
Just dont leave this me down this Bloody hole
Look up at those simplicated cosmos
They're such postulated is-was
Throwing starstuff out from reinstated big boz, yeah
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that kept on going around and round in my head
Well that must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left, nothing left to be said
Well that must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around around around in my head
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around around around in my head
They're such aggravated spaces
Filled with sad and lonely unrelated faces
Waiting for the undistracted moment
It's all incontracted content
But the hollow truth is all abstracted torment, yeah
This must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around and round in my head
Suffer this discriminated feeling
Blackness terminated healing
So it's locked below the sublimated ceiling, yeah
Abandon this isolated outcast
It's such perpetrated miscast
Of the sad and lonely unrelated typecast, yeah
This must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around and round in my head
Eyes to the sky, arms crossing heart
No feelings... I must be dead
Toes to the stone, spine on the pine
No feelings... I must be dead
So cold
Marble and gold
So cold
Take this sorry soul
Leave this body down this Blacken'd hole
Eyes to the sky, hands holding head
No feelings... wish I was dead
Lost and Unconsoled
Just dont leave this me down this Bloody hole
Look up at those simplicated cosmos
They're such postulated is-was
Throwing starstuff out from reinstated big boz, yeah
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that kept on going around and round in my head
Well that must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left, nothing left to be said
Well that must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Nothing to be heard, nothing left to be said, nothing left to be said
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around around around in my head
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
That must be what it it's like to be dead. Yeah- eah
Just an emptiness that keeps on going around around around in my head
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Writer(s): Mat Gardiner, Matthew Gardiner
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