Death Metal by The Dead Center Lyrics
[Chorus]
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
[Verse]
I wish the world would turn the way i want it to
Soft and slowly with kisses, and a slight attitude
I am slowly projecting, my desires into art so you can feel my struggles (I'm falling apart)
Not
[Chorus]
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
God save my queen, you can do anything if you believed in me
[Bridge]
My heart beats like black metal drums
Look into my eyes as i chew the red at my thumbs
The ghosts that haunt me, every day
I'm pretty sure it's a punishment for everything I say
I still hear bells, the ones that ring out in town square
Where I sit and think about things, and breath the exhaust filled air
The cars that drive me, the cars that run me over
Walk across the street trying to keep composure
I see him laughing, the god that I know
He won't let the trumpets play, he will force me to die alone
And as I'm breathing my final breaths
I will look up at his beautiful mess
He beats my soul into an ugly spiral
And dig the ground for my death hole
I will start to see red
As god just tears me to shreds
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
[Verse]
I wish the world would turn the way i want it to
Soft and slowly with kisses, and a slight attitude
I am slowly projecting, my desires into art so you can feel my struggles (I'm falling apart)
Not
[Chorus]
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
God save my queen, you can do anything if you believed in me
[Bridge]
My heart beats like black metal drums
Look into my eyes as i chew the red at my thumbs
The ghosts that haunt me, every day
I'm pretty sure it's a punishment for everything I say
I still hear bells, the ones that ring out in town square
Where I sit and think about things, and breath the exhaust filled air
The cars that drive me, the cars that run me over
Walk across the street trying to keep composure
I see him laughing, the god that I know
He won't let the trumpets play, he will force me to die alone
And as I'm breathing my final breaths
I will look up at his beautiful mess
He beats my soul into an ugly spiral
And dig the ground for my death hole
I will start to see red
As god just tears me to shreds