Dead Meat

Blank looks that stare into thin air

Shiny plastic chairs, leftovers

A theme of one split in two

I almost did surprise you

But now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat

Now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat

So can I recommend myself to blend into your drink?

Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider web

Here within, but this is not the real life

So cut it out with a butcher's knife

A price on your head and the words

To drill a deep hole

The bodies are painted red

The language to play another role

The impact of weaving a nest made of barbed-wire fence

And the rage to pierce both heart and sense

So deep within, but this is not the real life

Better cut it out with a butcher's knife

So can I recommend myself to blend into your drink?

Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider web

So deep within, but this is not the real life

So cut it out with a butcher's knife

So now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat

So now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat

So now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat

Now it's a dead end

Next to the dead meat