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