Dead

Said we've run outta patience
Said we've waited it out
Lost ourselves in temptation
From nothing on

When the Sunday morning comes
You'll be smoking like a gun, and I'm dead

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling
Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough
Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling
Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we needed salvation
Said we gave up the fight
Firm our reincarnation
And nothing at all, and nothing at all

When the Sunday morning comes
You'll be smoking like a gun, and I'm dead

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling
Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we've run outta patience
Said we've waited it out
There's no turning back when we're dead (dead)
Dead (dead)

One way in, no way out
Buried under faith and doubt
Six feet down, far below
Covered by the mud and snow
One way in, no way out
Buried under faith and doubt
Six feet down, far below
Aah, dead

Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling
Ooh, no, it's never enough, I can't stop the craving
Ooh, like a shark to the blood, I can't fight the feeling
Ooh, no, it's never enough, it's never enough

Said we've run outta patience
Said we've waited it out
There's no turning back when we're dead (dead)
Dead (dead)