Armless Alice Song For The Dead
We built this cross to be nailed to
A scenery for a god
We take your loss and deprave you
So you may deserve our light
If you live for nothing
We'll make you die and be our star
Baby write yourself into the boulevard
They make you feel you're hopeless
Now you're on a sign and they're hailing your name
Put you down, say you're worthless
Is death only a shallow fame
Ref
Then I know that we get our values
When we're dead and we will never forget
We slit our wrists to be worth something
Will you take the credit for my death
A dead man's head, we made it our symbol
And we nail it up
Memento Mori, mistaken Christ image to blow up
They make you swallow their morbid fandom
A watered love
A revelation to follow, tomorrow's holy mud
Who did what and what did they wear
Death is never sweeter than the cash we collect
Death is never sweeter than the cash we collect
They made us hollow
