A question for an answer, cocked to the side;

A transparent skew of the evidence.

I mention only cancer, locked in your pride;

Incoherent through all the sedatives.

We’re going so slow that were not moving anymore;

Everyday we stop is another day that we lose ourselves.

Our words have lost meaning; We’re dreaming of syntax that lasts.

This lack of silence leaves our hearts pressed to the floor;

Everything is nothing and our dying is a secret to sell.

And we’ll all stay the same until we alter the shadows that we cast.

Your still face became normal to our safe design,

But I still wonder what hides behind those eyes.

I’ll kill everything formal to be let inside,

And I won’t ask you why the plastic never dies.

Lyrics submitted by VampedVixen

The Dinning Dead song meanings
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