Written By: Dan Searle, House of Protection, Jordan Fish, Sam Carter

Lyrics (Start at 0:15):

Brain dead

I’ve been finding bliss in the apocalypse
Guess I’ll be vomiting ‘til I get my fix
Fuck all this, I oughta call it quits
Doctor, doctor this is so traumatic

You’ll never be an astronaut
You’ll never lay your hands on the treasure
You’re nothing but an afterthought
The sooner you get it, the better

Higher than a kite, yeah, I’m lighter than a feather
Stay away, stay away, stay the fuck away
Wired every night, then I steal it from another day
There’s been a robbery
Tired of the fight, but I’m hyper from the terror
Stay away, stay away no apologies
Bury those heads and we can all be brain dead

We can nail ourselves on to a crucifix
We’ll all go on and go cause we’re hypocrites
Ain’t it bliss living in ego trips
Jesus Christ, I must be symptomatic

There’s nobody that can’t be bought
Can anybody handle the pressure?
Like living on a life support
But worried to death ‘bout the weather

Higher than a kite, yeah, I’m lighter than a feather
Stay away, stay away, stay the fuck away
Wired every night, then I steal it from another day
There’s been a robbery
Tired of the fight, but I’m hyper from the terror
Stay away, stay away no more prophecies
Bury those heads and we can all be brain dead

We are the sons of daughters
Drowning ourselves under the shallow waters
Taking the lambs to slaughter
We won’t be happy ‘til we’re drawn and quartered

No
No
An error in the source code

No
No
And now we’re dancing to the death throes

An error in the source code

Ah
Yeah
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