Testo: Corrosion Of Conformity. Blind. Dance Of The Dead.

You're dead

Heard too much, know too much
Don't know if I can take it
If the system had one neck
You know I'd gladly break it

They've got us where they want us
Stuck in this sick romance
They need no chain, it's in our brain
And we don't stand a chance

If we keep doing this deadly dance
End this sick romance
The dance of the dead
It's all in my head

Know the deal, the way we feel
Those of us who care
Constant pain, the endless rain
Becomes too much to bear

Feel the need to concede
Pretend it's all okay
But the horror, today, tomorrow
Will never ever go away

If you give in to the deadly dance
You've got to take that chance
The dance of the dead
It's all in your head

Ain't got the time or peace of mind
To deal with the likes of you
Your narrow views, your two-bit moves
Just tell me that you're through

You're dead
You're dead
You're dead

Don't give in, live the sin
Let them see the sight
There's no answer in the end
Live free, fall or fight

Keep in mind, that you'll find
Them standing in the way
Run them down to the ground
Make the guilty pay

And there'll be no more deadly dance
End their idiot prance
The dance of the dead
It's all in their heads

The dance of the dead
The dance of the dead

Dead