Deadheads

Lyrics

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 Please Please God, take me back to a past age Cold God arm, you have fucked them