Imitating Corpses

Desperated?
Yes, I am
I'm drowned in things
My words cannot defend

Surrounded by ghosts?
Yeah, baby, all the time
I have a lot of lawyers
But I commited no crime

Marching to my grave?
Yes, no doubt
I'm digging my own place of death
Until there's no ground

Desapointed? Frustrated?
Yes, you can be sure
Always wanted to die
Now I'm wanting even more

Decorations, on dead bodies
You don't need to go and be so fucking damn naughty
Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I believe, but don't go expecting me to cry

We're imitating corpses
A life looks like a death sometimes
And even ghosts have lapses
Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes
Fall in love with bad circumstances
The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances
We're imitating corpses
You, won't, want to be alive

Feeling hated?
Yeah, you can bet
You want to exterminate me
Until I'm fuckin' dead

Drenched in disgust?
Yes, you can't deny
No more hiding feelings
I will tell you no lie

No one to save me?
I guess, probably
'Cause I've been here before
That's a possibility

Forgotten? Underrated?
So many times I can't count
I'm the one who always have
The lowest amount

Decorations, on dead bodies
You don't need to go and be so fucking damn naughty
Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I believe, but don't go expecting me to cry

We're imitating corpses
A life looks like a death sometimes
And even ghosts have lapses
Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes
Fall in love with bad circumstances
The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances
We're imitating corpses
You, won't, want to be alive

Lying there
In your coffin
Rotting forever
Until there's nothing
Life is death
Death is life
In the end, in every breath
Has been always the same side, yeah

We're imitating corpses
A life looks like a death sometimes
And even ghosts have lapses
Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes
Fall in love with bad circumstances
The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances
We're imitating corpses
You, won't, want to be alive

We're imitating corpses
A life looks like a death sometimes
And even ghosts have lapses
Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes
Fall in love with bad circumstances
The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances
We're imitating corpses
You, won't, want to be alive

We're imitating corpses
Yeah, yeah, I wanna be dead
We're imitating corpses
Yeah, yeah, no more pain in the head
We're imitating corpses
Yeah, yeah, and I won't be sad
We're imitating corpses
Yeah, yeah, until death is fed