Talk to the Dead

Some nights I know my life will end with violence
Some nights I'll do anything for silence
I'll punch a hole with some lead
Just to get these ghosts out of my head

There's a little truth inside all these lies
I hide myself well in between the lines
I've been here before, so I know how it ends

I know how it ends

I can talk to the dead but it's not what you think
Secret lives and broken promises
All thе pain that made their hearts brеak

Push the .45 against my temple
The room goes silent, now it's uncomfortable
I'll plant a seed for your own inner torment
Life is hell but we're gonna enjoy it
I'll feel better with death's hands around my neck
All I wanna do is sleep in my deathbed
Put me in a deep sleep
I don't wanna wake up for weeks

Locked in the darkest parts of my soul
I told you before this hell is home
Scream 'til you bleed
Die in front of me

No matter where I look there is no real me
I wanna taste the tears as they roll down my face
To make up for the years when I couldn't feel a thing
I'm not a real person, just other people's memories

My face hurts from faking it
Tonight I'm not making it
Black roses on my grave
Bury me with razor blades
The further back you go
The bigger the horror gets
I see life running though me but I don't, no, don't exist
I don't exist

I can talk to the dead but it's not what you think
Secret lives and broken promises
All the pain that made their hearts break
I can talk to the dead but it's not what you think
In the afterlife there is no light
They're drawn to me every time I scream

Let death reach out and touch you
Let it take its pound of flesh from you