Album: This Is Your Pig's Portrait (2007)

Dead Like You

These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like midnight.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like midnight.
Taste like midnight, dead.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Remember the desperate nights, the nights when we fell into secrets.
We were gone so long.
Watching for the sun.
These desperate nights, how they sound like you.
Remember...
Remember...
The nights, the nights when we fell into secrets.
And that we were running for so long.
Watching for the sun.
These desperate nights, how they sound like you! Dead.
All you can say is ?This place is dead.? (It?s fucking dead.)
All you can say is ?This place is dead.? (It?s fucking dead.) Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
Dead, dead like you.
All you can say is ?This place is dead.? (It?s fucking dead.) This place is dead.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like midnight.
These splinters in my lips taste like you, taste like midnight.
Taste like midnight, dead.