Album Name : This Is Your Pig's Portrait
Release Date : 2006-01-01
Song Duration : 3:30
Network Dead Like You
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like
midnight.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like
midnight.
Taste like midnight, dead.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Remember the desperate nights, the nights when we fell
into secrets.
We were gone so long.
Watching for the sun.
These desperate nights, how they sound like you.
Remember...
Remember...
The nights, the nights when we fell into secrets.
And that we were running for so long.
Watching for the sun.
These desperate nights, how they sound like you! Dead.
All you can say is This place is dead. (It's f..cking
dead.)
All you can say is This place is dead. (It's f..cking
dead.) Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
All you can say is This place is dead. (It's f..cking
dead.) This place is dead.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like
midnight.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like
midnight.
Taste like midnight, dead.
