Deadheads

Lies blood love
Pushed aside

Bleeding lung
Draining guts

Crawling in directions
Pop a pill
It's 1-2-3 then obey
Trust me
Never get better
Spree

Please god
Take me back
To where I belong

My God
Please

Please God
Take me back
To a past age

Cold God arm
You have
Fucked them

I am
In defeat
No willingness
What a curse
What a fault
Coming back to less

Yeah

Please god
Take me back
To where I belong
I'm getting sores
My god
Please

End

Please God
Take me back

To a past age
Cold God arm
You have
Fucked them