Dead Ends
Dead Ends
"All" hands in the air
You don't care what they're singing for
Do you?
You'll be down on the floor
And still think they won't come for you
They do

I made peace with the poison pen
And the wolf in my clothes, huh
Your dyed blue colored voice howls
To the lions that hunt in my heart

Ah, so it goes

I won't live in your dead ends

We're in a position
We've never been in before
It's true
I'm in a position
Where I can see them close the door
On you
They'll say
"Can it get any darker?"
"Like your hand was moving
Into your pocket

Somehow it was soothing."
We won't live in your dead ends

You tied hate in the air
Dark me evermore
In bloom
I stayed awake in this dream
But that's a thing they make you pay for
So pay I do
We're in a position
We won't live in your dead ends