Dead Songs

[Verse 1]

Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion with a sigh

Alright? Alright

Deadlines are winding down

Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time

[Chorus]

Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays

No one sleeps and no one dreams

Nothing matters when the dead songs play

Reject the death

When all the color fades away

The world is black and white

[Verse 2]

Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with dead white light

It's no surprise

Dead checks, dead sex, dead cigarettes

Flood the ambulance in the dead of night

Alright? Alright

[Chorus]

Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays

No one sleeps and no one dreams

Nothing matters when the dead songs play

Reject the death

When all the color fades away

The world is black and white

[Outro]

There's a dead song on the audio tape

The strongest magnet couldn't wipe away

Saying "It's alright."

But it's not alright

When pinpricks on the back of your neck

A little voice inside you says

"When you hear dead songs, don't sing along, let it die."

(Die, Die)

Lift your small voices up

And we'll stitch these cries into a choir

(Die, Die, Die, Die)

Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can't divide

Alright