DEAD

Dead (dead, dead, dead) Just like that (that, that, that) (You're dead just like that) Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head Spit your horror in my face You can't touch my soul Come and crush my hydra head Oh how low can you go I'm an easy touch and you're Way too pestilent It's so pathetic, you're a headache Let me set this bridge ablaze Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head You're dead You're dead Not a single piece of dirt On my church's floor But in my quiet garden All is rotten to the core I'm feeding off my own lies Veins spreading black ink All the ties that I cut off Have tied a noose around my neck Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head Cause you're dead Just like that You've built yourself a grave Inside my head You're dead You're dead You're dead You're dead