Fameless - Cotard's Syndrome lyrics

[Verse 1] First daddy died, then Mikey died Why am I so dead inside? Maggots filled this head of mine My tongue's fly paper to catch the flies I spit 'em out towards a wretched sky Water tastes like insecticide Watch it take out my sense of pride It's a genocide of my gentle side They so surgical with their masks So I murder all in my path No merciful in my wrath I am a monster I can never be altered Burning the altars Watch 'em all perch with the vultures Eating away One day they'll all turn into sulfur [Hook] Dead in the head I was born like this, born like this Dead in the head I was born like this, born like this Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this Dead in the head I was born like this [Verse 2] When they burned the bodies I smelled the smoke From the hell below Where they turned to zombies to sell their souls To the highest bidder I'm high and bitter In this crypt of mine no kryptonite Just cryptic minds Crimson-like when I draw the lines A foggy life leaves me mystified In this dream of mine full of Dramamine Where I wanna sing but my screams are quiet And my screams requite Demons acquired Deeming the choir all charlatans Harlots in my audience Watch the harlequins all get sawed to bits Deadliness is next to godliness right? [Hook] Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this Dead in the head I was born like this Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this Dead in the head I was born like this [Verse 3] Winter in Hell when the wind turns to hail Hailed when they win, then wince when they fail The wind in the sails all went to the sales I'm a**ailing against them, scaling the fence with Nails in the wrists, I'm impaled from the sales that they pitch Which pales in comparison Sinking again in the stale and the kitsch Been drinking a fifth watching Tales From the Crypt Yea I lift the bar Never star-struck when I hit the stars Never start something I can't complete These heavy hearts hung in a gallery These gallows swing, these gallows swing They feed us sh** like a Salo scene These gallows swing, these gallows swing Sparrows sing like they're caroling my god They're as spooky as ever More than you could imagine Beautiful black bruises intact Tactile abuse induce ipecac A funeral ma** I won't attend I choose to be absent I don't pretend And I don't believe in ghosts But you could be that, yea, yea you could be that [Outro] (Spectres) Ghosts of themselves But they chose it themselves Made a home for the Hell Keep my eyes low when I know they're around (Spectres) Ghosts of themselves But they chose it themselves Made a home for the Hell Keep my eyes low when I know they're around (Spectres) Ghosts of themselves But they chose it themselves Made a home for the Hell Keep my eyes low when I know they're around (Spectres) Ghosts of themselves But they chose it themselves Made a home for the Hell Keep my eyes low when I know... (Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this) Ghosts all around me Go away