Entropy - Dead Things, Mikey. Dead Things lyrics

How did it turn against us? Bit by the hand that bleeds for us And there's no hope, just disgust I will find all I need in that And time's wasting You're getting wasted with it All in the name of better days They're not coming back This is the blood of pride This is my body, sanctified It's pitch black, after the fact The curtain's closed, now I'm bowing to a laugh track Make this green screen show what I mean A brain like a coma dream on amphetamines Make my base in this conflagration May this self effaced be my saving grace