Language of the Dead

Melanoma star shine
How much lower can I go?
My mouth is cut and bleeding
Is it from doing all your dope?

I spin around this little town
I’ve been down quite a while
So kiss that ass, get one more pass
Extend a fishhook smile

Kick one more, a little sore
I’ll try to make the grade one more time
Light shines in when it begins
The language of the dead cause I am spent

Cause I’m giving up

Minerva banquet crossfire
North side city and I’m hell-bound
I hear them scratching in the walls
Breathe slowly, don’t make a sound

A little tired of this life I chose
But tell me how do I get out
Laughing stock, a run out clock
Sweat’s dripping from me now

Light shines in when it begins
The language of the dead and I’m spent
Kick one more, a little sore
I’ll try to make the grade one more time

Cause I’m giving up
Yeah!

Yeah, it pulls me under
Yeah, it pulls me under
Yeah, it pulls me under
Yeah, it pulls me under