Prysm - Dancing Dead

Just
Give it a second
To gather yourself
It's already setting
So now can you tell
Your head it is spinning
It's going through hell
So make it a lesson
You're killing your
Self inflict all of the wounds that stick
All of the pills, I'm sick
Is there a point to this
Tastes of gold
There it goes
Seems you've lost control
Dancing dead into the hollow
What will they sing
When in sorrow
The pieces are moving
The feeling is strange
Not a second of time
We now stand in its place
Not an issue for me
Not an issue for you
But a question of what are we going to do
Self inflict all of the wounds that stick
All of the pills, I'm sick
Is there a point to this
Tastes of gold
There it goes
Seems you've lost control
Dancing dead into the hollow
What will they sing
When in sorrow

Written by:
Gerardo Ayala

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