Lively Dead

The morning washes away the lies as promise opens her eyes
With guilty ghosts up in the air she falls back in the nightmare
She’s trying so hard to wake up…
And what her blood requires makes her palms perspire.
Addiction takes away from her ability to conquer
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
And she just can’t stop giving
Into the voices in her head.
And she wants so badly to be dry…
And when it rains, it really pours into her wounds and in her sores.
And all the guilty ghosts above become the people she loved
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead.
And she just can’t stop giving into the voices in her head.
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
And she just can’t stop giving
Into the voices in her head
She sold her luck to the living
She sold her luck to the lively dead
She just can’t stop feeding
The monster that needs to be fed