Dangerous
RYAN W. LOTT
Are you dangerous
With your measure of proof?
Flaunt your slivers of gold
Abscond with the truth
How does it feel to be your own deceiver?
Signals raised then lost to the aether
We're rest assured
The dead are true believers rest assured
We are all believers
Are you dangerous? Found your way to my bed
Spent fewer nights with the living
Than I do with the dead
How am I supposed to run?
Now, am I supposed to run?
I watch you fall hollow and depleted
A city razed raised
Oh, to bury you beneath it
The best endure
But the dead are true believers rest assured
We are all believers
Are you dangerous? Carved right into my bed
Quick lobotomy then left me for dead
How am I supposed to sing?
Don't know the melodies
But, oh, the void behind my teeth