dead poet

Singer:butcher babies

she likens herself as

to one of the greats

but if you look in her eyes

all you see is hate

she screams her insecurities and

the foolish things she thinks

she's just a broken toy in

a land of make believe

you're dead inside

with no regret

when the lights go down

you're standing alone

your dead inside

and there's no end

left with nothing here

but your crown of thorns

your fear is what i've suffocated

your lie is what was fornicated

your fear is what i've suffocated

your lie is what was fornicated

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but when you stand back and look

you are the only one to blame

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but take a good hard look

you are the only one to blame

you're dead inside

with no regret

when the lights go down

you're standing alone

your dead inside

and there's no end

left with nothing here

but your crown of thorns

each scar has a story where

they came from no one knows

fabricating the past

blow by blow

where's the sense of reason

when does her run end

cause when the lights go down

she's cold and dead

your fear is what i've suffocated

your lie is what was fornicated

your fear is what i've suffocated

your lie is what was fornicated

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but when you stand back and look

you are the only one to blame

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but take a good hard look

you are the only one to blame

you're living in fear

i'm living right here

you're living in fear

i'm living right here

you smile at me like

a long lost friend

extend your hand to mine

as if we could amend

your fear is what i've suffocated

your lie is what was fornicated

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but when you stand back and look

you are the only one to blame

mother playing the game

father playing the game

my lover always the same

but take a good hard look

you are the only one to blame

Lyric Context: dead poet - butcher babies