Dead to All
Cameron Hawkins, Dylan O'Connor, Tom Miller
Why do we strive
To sell our souls
Give our lives away
to the devil that we know
Is it better this way
Will you make it today
Breathing six feet deeper
than the heart you stole
What does it take to see
the patience you've gifted
Laid to waste by the wind
You never thought to be wicked
The air gets thicker in the lungs of the deceived
How could I know that the deceiver was me
Take another medicated piece of mind
What's inside the deception I see
What's behind the cold veil of Mystique
A materialistic reprieve
I am dead to all and
To all I am all but me
