Death Trip 21
The story of a man who did never exist
Lord of the skies died with no look in his eyes
Sleep walked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep, his face incomplete
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
Your dark resolve to change your face
On the eve of your death and resurrection
Heavy with sleep deprivation
By death and power intoxicated
The story of a man who did never exist
The surgeons have died, found in barrels at a building site
Found dead with their nails ripped out
He died in his sleep, his face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
The story of a man who did never exist
Lord of the skies died with no look in his eyes
Sleep walked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep, his face incomplete
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
Lord of the skies died with no look in his eyes
Sleep walked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep, his face incomplete
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
Your dark resolve to change your face
On the eve of your death and resurrection
Heavy with sleep deprivation
By death and power intoxicated
The story of a man who did never exist
The surgeons have died, found in barrels at a building site
Found dead with their nails ripped out
He died in his sleep, his face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
The story of a man who did never exist
Lord of the skies died with no look in his eyes
Sleep walked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep, his face incomplete
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I've seen your eyes in the bottom on my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
The world's overpopulated, fucked up anyway
You'd hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste, you're playing with the dark stuff
Don't let it get under your skin
I seen your eyes in the bottom of my glass
You died in your sleep, your face incomplete
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Wheeler, Mark Alexander Hamilton
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