Dead Songs by Thursday Lyrics

[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