Texty: Acid Bath. Paegan Terrorism Tactics. Dead Girl.

Dead girl
There will never be another one that dreams like you
Dead girl
There will never be another one that screams like you
When death sleeps it dreams of you
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
She smiles like a ghost
Like zombies eatin? dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin? dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps it dreams of you

Dead girl
There will never be another one to look in your eye
Dead girl
There will never be another one that bleeds like you
I been dryin' in a dead age

I?ve been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It?s just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It?s just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
I been dryin' in a dead age
I?ve been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It?s just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It?s just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags