I felt peace
In being buried alive
Restructure all my thoughts to make me pissed off at life
The weight
Your presence bared on me
The bruises on your fists
Followed me into my dreams
Anxiety
What do you want from me?
From all the things that you said
The boxes under your bed
Have you tasted
Your own medicine?
Now it's my fucking turn to watch you fucking burn
Stay dead
Do this world a fucking service
Stay dead
Keep your body beneath the surface
Convinced we're doomed to repeat the past
Each minute screams louder than the last
Killing time, I heard it through the grape vine
Justify a genocide, it's fine because it's never you
Who are you to say where and when that hammer falls
Ring around the tragedy
Don't look, don't speak, no need for a remedy
Stay dead
Do this world a fucking service
Stay dead
Keep your body beneath the surface
Stay dead
Do this world a fucking service
Stay dead
Keep your body beneath the surface
Stay dead
It's my turn
After all these years
You'll burn like I burn
You'll burn like I fucking burn
Stay dead
Stay dead