The Dead Are Dumb
DOMENIC PALERMO, BRANDON D. SETTA
Always try to keep up
Always fall behind
Belly pains
And headaches
Inside you
Isn’t it quite the same
And isn’t it such a shame
Too heavy for the lightness
But weightless in the rain
All our words are wasted
Never fails to fail me
Never say never
Loathing phase
Self-inflicted pain
I’d never
Oh, I’d never
Isn’t it quite the same
And isn’t it such a shame
Too heavy for the lightness
But weightless in the rain
All our words are wasted
Isn’t it quite the same
And isn’t it such a shame
Too heavy for the lightness
But weightless in the rain
All our words are wasted
Isn’t it quite the same
And isn’t it such a shame
Too heavy for the lightness
But weightless in the rain
All our words are wasted