Say we ran out of patience
Say we waited it out
Lost ourselves in temptation
From nothing at all
When the Sunday morning come
You’ll be smoking like a gun
And I’m dead
Dead!
Oh, like a shark to the blood I can’t fight the feeling
Oh, no it’s never enough, it’s never enough
Say we needed salvation
Say we gave up the fight
Found our reincarnation
In nothing at all, in nothing at all
When the Sunday morning come
You’ll be smoking like a gun
And I’m dead
Dead!
Oh, like a shark to the blood I can’t fight the feeling
Oh, no it’s never enough, it’s never enough
Say we ran out of patience
Say we waited it out
There’s no turning back
When we’re dead
(Dead)
Dead!
(Dead)
One way in
No way out
Buried under faith and doubt
Six feet down
Far below
Covered by the mud and snow
Dead!
Oh, like a shark to the blood I can’t fight the feeling
Oh, no it’s never enough I can’t stop the craving
Oh, like a shark to the blood I can’t fight the feeling
Oh, no it’s never enough, it’s never enough
Say we ran out of patience
Say we waited it out
There’s no turning back
When we’re dead
(Dead)
Dead!
(Dead)
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