Dead But Dreaming

So who's to say we can't die in our dreams?

Sometimes dark but always so bitter and bleak

A slave to some, but the mind's eye sees what it wants to see

Bitter blood and poisoned tongue is all that's left of me

How will this world pass away?

Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away

When will the dead rise from their graves?

A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth,

A place to spend my last days

Take my two hands and put them on my throat

God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke

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Automatic erotica

Suicidal neurotica

I hope now you see you're nothing like me

Peel back my flesh

And see there's nothing inside me.

Peel back my flesh

And show you what empty really means

I'll show the world how little you mean

You don't mean a fucking thing to me

You don't mean a fucking thing to me

You don't mean a fucking thing to me

You don't mean a fucking thing to me

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How will this world pass away?

Let me fall through cracks and in darkness slip away

When will the dead rise from their graves?

A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth,

A place to spend my last days

Take two hands and put them on my throat

God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke

♪

How will this world pass away?

How will this world pass away?

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Like a scar waiting for new skin,

Wounds heal

Like a scar waiting for new skin,

I'll never be the same again