When The Dead Come Home

Lyrics

Interception Contortions Domineering Ignoring Cancellation of frustration Far cry from realization Between suffocation's Mind-dulling lies There is no alive When the dead come home Everyone smiles When they're dead Psychology of fear The agony and the ecstasy Makes death stomp and cheer It's taunting me, it's taunting me Argument, indecision False pleasure is all that you're given It's what you're living There is no alive When the dead come home Everyone smiles If you're fucking with the demons on the slimy side of town You've got to keep low-down and try not to make a sound If they catch you with a razor and you're trying to slit your wrists You'd better make sure it's worth it before you take on that bitch When the dead come home There is no alive When the dead come home Everyone dies When the dead come home Everyone smiles When they're dead When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home When the dead come home