Power begets power
Dead roses in my hand
Spirit blurred and stuttering
The acrid taste of pain
Burned shadows on eyes
The latent image of you
Confused, contrived, whats inside my head, my prison head?
Are you awake? Are you aware?
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife
Deadlife
Deadlife
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife
Deadlife
Deadlife
Between two dead worlds
Machinery of hate
Apply a little pressure
Believe in everything
Afraid to ask, afraid to tell, avoid reality
Sleep-deprived, chaos inside my head, my screaming head!
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife
Deadlife
Deadlife
Life! Life! Life! Deadlife
Deadlife
Deadlife