Radio Cult Shoot The Dead
He was alive, he was ticking like a bomb
He was living a lie, he said come on come on come on
Stare at the clay as it cracks in the ground
Unearth the madness of the newly unbound
She said
Shoot the dead
Planted like a seed that was never meant to grow
The devil’s weeds creeping through the smoke
The gun was shaking sweat bled through his hands
His mind was racing was this really what they’d planned
She said
Shoot the dead
His breath was forced fear had made him pale
The moonlight’s glow was dim he prayed he wouldn't fail
His heart was pounding like the rhythm of a drum
His mind was racing did they know what they’d become
She said
Shoot the dead
