Plastic scars,
The deep cut devours who you are,
The line breaks and then the silence sings,
You're uneasy in that skin
You change
You couldn't last so long,
With no soul to claim,
You never been not a single thing,
You're choking on the dirt that dries you up.
So reach down far below,
And see yourself explode,
Let's destroy this common threat,
You better believe I'm gonna dance with the dead!
Constant threats,
You dig deeper in the filthy well,
The door shuts and then the angel screams,
We all know what that could damn well mean,
You're choking on the dirt that dries you up
So reach down far below,
And see yourself explode,
Let's destroy this common threat,
You better believe I'm gonna dance with the dead!