Dead Music - P.O.S

The dumb and deaf have been blinded

Open to being close-minded

Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Between the first and second digit

Lies a needle, threaded with innocence

Used to stitch the lips of these bruised ignorant people

To keep 'em little

Fuck lickin' shots, Felix stamps and

Send our sadness to families across the planet

Ay yo, I got a fuckin' problem

Nobody cares though

My fingernails just scrape the bottom of the barrel

You can find my manifesto etched on gesso

Or in the of your local record store

Is that a metaphor for those that try’na label you?

Uh-uh, it’s the fact that I write rage

Letter bombs oppose you

It’s the point of the rat trap

The man that makes more

That kid offerin' shoe polish in the back of the department store

It''s all things encompassing, I summon the strain

The days that break

They take the heart and break it apart

They veins need re-arranging

Sing in harmony, the slightly out of key

Gets his throat box ripped out, I pray that won’t be me

Hollow followers dance to dead music (Y-you)

The dumb and deaf have been blinded (Don't exist)

Open to being close-minded

Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Hollow followers dance to dead music

The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist)

Open to being close-minded

Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Dead music (dead music)

Dead music (dead music)

Dead music (Let's dance to dead music)

Dead music

Dead music (dead music)

Hollow followers dance to dead music (dead music)

Face first landed, you lookin at me slanted

You better thank the bandit before you hang canvas

My only chance is with these cards that I hold

And I bet my life that I’ll probably fold

No-one holds the door for a ghost anymore

Y’all are still searchin for a reason to explore

Still in the days where I’m building a cage

For the dumb motherfuckers unwillin to change

Let’s play a little game called 'fill in the blanks'

Bury me alive until I’m feelin the pain

Fire-hungry cavemen, sit and play with matches

And then kill the flame when it catches

You can’t build with ashes

I feel attacked, with the ritual and sound

Where everyone can picture 'bout what’s holding 'em down

Push flows by the pound, it’s your corner store market

Probably let you roll if you had a place to park it

I can’t see the buckle that I’m marked with

Can’t hear the screams when I dance to dead music and darkness

Hollow followers dance to dead music

The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist)

Open to being close-minded

Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Hollow followers dance to dead music

The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don’t exist)

Open to being close-minded

Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

He’s sat on a ledge, playin', sick of it all

He wanted God to be his partner in the trust fall

Closed his eyes, he used up all his last tries

Argue with the voices in the back of his mind

They said

No, it wasn’t meant to be like this (Okay)

No, it wasn’t meant to be this way

No, it wasn’t supposed to happen so fast

Yes, it was.

I can finally see that

No, it wasn’t meant to be like this

No, it wasn’t meant to be this way

No, it wasn’t supposed to happen so fast

Yes, it was.

I can finally see that

There’s a stain on my beatbox

But we don’t sing along anymore, we just watch

Yes, it was.

I can finally see that