Desperated? Yes, I am I'm drowned in things My words cannot defend Surrounded by ghosts? Yeah, baby, all the time I have a lot of lawyers But I commited no crime Marching to my grave? Yes, no doubt I'm digging my own place of death Until there’s no ground Desapointed? Frustrated? Yes, you can be sure Always wanted to die Now I'm wanting even more Decorations, on dead bodies You don't need to go and be so fucking damn naughty Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die Sometimes I believe, but don't go expecting me to cry We're imitating corpses A life looks like a death sometimes And even ghosts have lapses Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes Fall in love with bad circumstances The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances We're imitating corpses You... won't... want to be alive! Feeling hated? Yeah, you can bet You want to exterminate me Until I'm fuckin' dead Drenched in disgust? Yes, you can't deny No more hiding feelings I will tell you no lie No one to save me? I guess, probably Cause I've been here before That's a possibility Forgotten? Underrated? So many times I can't count I'm the one who always have The lowest amount Decorations, on dead bodies You don't need to go and be so fucking damn naughty Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die Sometimes I believe, but don't go expecting me to cry We're imitating corpses A life looks like a death sometimes And even ghosts have lapses Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes Fall in love with bad circumstances The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances We're imitating corpses You... won't... want to be alive! Lying there... In your coffin... Rotting forever... Until there’s nothing... Life is death... Death is life... In the end... in every breath... Has been always the same side...!!! Yeah! We're imitating corpses A life looks like a death sometimes And even ghosts have lapses Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes Fall in love with bad circumstances The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances We're imitating corpses You... won't... want to be alive! We're imitating corpses A life looks like a death sometimes And even ghosts have lapses Dead poetry doesn't need no fucking rhymes Fall in love with bad circumstances The smell of decay, lost and fallen chances We're imitating corpses You... won't... want to be alive! We're imitating corpses Yeah, yeah, I wanna be dead! We're imitating corpses Yeah, yeah, no more pain in the head! We're imitating corpses Yeah, yeah, and I won't be sad! We're imitating corpses Yeah, yeah, until death is fed!