Dead Bodies Everywhere

Lyricist: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER     Composer: BRIAN WELCH, BRIAN PHILIP WELCH, DAVID SILVERIA, DAVID RANDALL SILVERIA, JAMES SHAFFER

Come on, step inside, and you will realize
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie

Hate!
I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing
with your life's dead bodies everywhere

You
Really want me to be a good son why?
You make me feel like no one

Let me strip the plain, let me not give in
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me
Let me live my life

Hate!
I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing
With your life's dead bodies everywhere

You!
Really want me to be a good son, why?
You make me feel like no one

You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words, I thought that didn't
With your life's dead bodies everywhere

You!
Really want me to be a good son why?
You make me feel like no one
Dead bodies everywhere!