Dead Seeds

Poisoned high, yeah, but the pill tastes great
Burn bright the flame of the fury sedate
Silver eye beams from the scent of contempt
Bastard burns clean, with no regrets
But guilty thorns will break off
And tear you up inside

Blow up
Dead on the vine
I hope your leaves never fall off
Blow up
Lamps for the blind
Revenge, deceit, dead seeds will always grow

Bullets pass through rogue bastard's flame
And all the fire will burn, poison oak is to blame
But guilty thorns will break off
And tear you up inside

Blow up
Dead on the vine
I hope your leaves never fall off
Blow up
Lamps for the blind
Revenge, deceit, dead seeds will always grow
Woah, and make more dead seeds to grow
Woah, and make more dead seeds to grow