Dead Meat Lyrics

Blank looks that stare into thin air
Shiny plastic chairs left over
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, this is not the real life
So cut it out with a butcher's knife

A price on your head and the words true to the deep hole
The bodies are painted red, the language to play another role

The impact of bleeding in a nest made out of barbed wire fence
And the rain which to piece both heart and sense
So deep within, but this is not the real life
So 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