Tied off quick,
looked around,
plunge it in,
pull it out.
I have found a fast solution to the pain.
Painted walls,
melt away,
am I a ghost?
Decide to stay.
I am shooting my solution in the rain.

We’re all dead now!

Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.
Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.

Stay up late
enjoy the view,
sing with me
die with you,
come make my dreams come true.
This high up
we start to fade
and watch the night
turn into day.
Breaking high we hold forever-changing hearts of gold.

Injection filled with contempt,
I was fine when we met,
your reflection hides protected eyes of regret.

We’re all dead now!

Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.
Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.

Sunrise before,
as we wash ashore,
now take us from this life,
walk alone tonight.
Sunrise before,
as we wash ashore,
now take us from this life,
walk alone tonight.

We’re all dead now.
We’re all dead now.
We’re all dead now.
Dead now!

Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.
Death will make you dream past tense,
your hopes fly high,
and your life make sense.




(By StokeR)