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