Dead To Me Dead Pigeon Tricks
Dead eyes had addiction…how’d you know?
Sick of shitting bricks and dead pigeon tricks and now I know
I used to think I’d be somebody but now I don’t think so
I think I’ve always felt inside, this need to escape to run and hide
I remember the day that I figured out that filling the void is what this has always been about
Pushing farther away I crawled inside, I locked myself in and no one heard my cries
But when my sister showed up I knew it was time to fill the void that this has always been about
Paint all my bad away. Avoid all my pain today.
Forget my hands, forget my my face
Forget what I did in that place
Ill never change
So lock the door and forget I ever came
Dead eyes had addiction…how’d you know?
Sick of shitting bricks and dead pigeon tricks and now I know
I used to think I’d be somebody but now I don’t think so
I think I’ve always felt inside, this need to escape to run and hide
I remember the day that I figured out that filling the void is what this has always been about
Pushing farther away I crawled inside, I locked myself in and no one heard my cries
But when my sister showed up I knew it was time to fill the void that this has always been about
I got the red light district blood on my hands,
And I could give a f..ck if you’re a working man
Useless diatribes on fighting good fights,
Accomplish nothing more than feeding my fires
Paint all my bad away. Shooting my pain today.
Forget my hands forget my face
Forget what I did in that place
Ill never change
So lock the door and forget I ever came
Dead eyes had addiction…how’d you know?
Sick of shitting bricks and dead pigeon tricks and now I know
I used to think I’d be somebody but now I don’t think so
