Aesthetic Perfection
Dead Ringer
Get into your head when your head is away
Such ugly things always catch in your eye
Whether you're dead, when you're lying or wakened
Oh, you can't sleep yet in your dream you're alive
You feel the hate when the hate surrounds you
Oh, you got faith now every freak has a light
We suffocate of the plague that surrounds you
Oh, it's too late you're the roach that's alive
You're all dead to me
You're like a fucking disease
You're all dead to me
And I just wanted to see
You're all dead too
You're so psyche 'cos you think it protects you
The drill hurts so much more than a lie
No escape from it all that is around you
Oh, you're so weak if you're telling a lie
You're all dead to me
You're like a fucking disease
You're all dead to me
And I just wanted to see
You're all dead to
Me, me, me
You're all dead to
Me, me, me
You're all dead to me
You're all dead to me