Dead Dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

What’s a god to a spider or a pelican?

I’m a drug for you, hide me in your pelican

Don’t get caught at the border

Play the innocent

I get hungry for a kick, cooking is elegant

And I don’t know

Nah, no, I don't know

Yea, I don't know

Yea, I don't know

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

In a place of despair

I think I wasn’t really there

What was wrong with my head?

I would’ve ended up dead

In a place of despair

I think I wasn’t really there

What was wrong with my head?

I would’ve ended up dead

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams

Dead dreams