Sit back down in your chair, electrify
Dead man walking with his head held high
Cant breathe, cant see, cant feel, a thing
Any-fucking-more

Yesterday
Was such a spiteful dream
And man with a noose, artificially conceived
Everything in his world is dead
Made up by the things you said

Yesterday
Was something more
Breathe just like you choke the whore
Everything seems so much less
Than you paid for

Sewn openly close

Sit back down in your chair, electrify
Dead man walking with his head held high
Cant breathe, cant see, cant feel, a thing
Any-fucking-more

Yesterday
Was such a spiteful dream
And man with a noose, artificially conceived
Everything in the world is dead
Made up by the things you said

Yesterday
Was something more
Breathe just like you choke the whore
Everything seems so much less
Than you paid for

Sewn openly close

Examine me
Examine my head, tell me whats wrong with it

So my heads screwed on wrong
Tell me whats wrong with it
Need it son? Dont need
And your medicine
Felt so sane
Now the virus has infected your brain

You couldnt see it, fucking you up
I could see everything
I could see everything

Sewn openly close


Lyrics submitted by SilentAenima

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