Dead senses
But I can pretend
Like the road followed
And chasing the wind
Blank faces
And empty stares
In the silence
Now we're left for dead
I hate this feeling
Learn to love the taste left in my mouth
Can't stop the bleeding
Hollowed out the corners of my mind
Ten to one
I can feel it move
So break it down
Burn it out
Six feet underground
I guess it's easy to forget
Can't stop what's said
I liked you better off dead
I liked you better off dead
I hate this feeling
Learn to love the taste left in my mouth
Can't stop the bleeding
Hollowed out the corners of my mind