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