Dead

Said we ran out of patience

Said we waited it out

Lost ourselves in temptation

From nothin' on

When the Sunday mornin' come

You'll be smokin' like a gun

And I'm dead (Dead)

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feelin'

Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feelin'

Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we needed salvation

Said we gave up the fight

Found our reincarnation

In nothin' at all, in nothin' at all

When the Sunday mornin' come

(When the Sunday mornin' come)

You'll be smokin' like a gun

And I'm dead (Dead)

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feelin'

Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we ran out of patience

Said we waited it out

There's no turnin' 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

One way in, no way out

Buried under faith and doubt

Six feet down, far below

Ah, dead

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feelin'

Ooh, no, it's never enough, I can't stop the cravin'

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feelin'

Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we ran out of patience

Said we waited it out

There's no turnin' back

When we're dead, dead (Dead, dead)