Let me be, the one they, they call cadaver!
Well it's winter in spring, and I've got weak knees and cold feet!
It's a bitter cold. And it's a cold that I will never, ever drink to!

Dressing in black is becoming a habit!
Dressing in black is becoming a habit!

Well I, can't compromise for the bones, that I never owned!

Pulling favors for the dishonest and simply 'cause i love the dead!
So tell me something other than "this happened again!"
Dressing in black is becoming a habit!
Dressing in black is becoming a habit!

God gets no more favors from me, and there is no moon!
When you get on your knees, your knees to pray,
I'll be the man, smoking on the other side of the door!
This irony has always kept these hands clean,
And irony keeps these lungs clean!

Pulling favors for the dishonest and simply 'cause i love the dead!
So tell me something other than "this happened again!"
Pulling favors for the dishonest and simply 'cause i love the dead!
So tell me something other than "this happened again!"

This is the only time I, I can be sure, not to lose my grip.
I am ready, I am not ready.
I am ready, I am not ready.
We are ready, we are not ready.
We are ready, we are not ready.

I can't compromise for the bones I never owned.


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Pyramids song meanings
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