Lose the Dead Weight

They should be locked up
For what their calling is

I wanted it to be
Wanted it to be
Something else
Wanted it to be
Wanted it to be

I think your luck died
Strapped to the diving board

When you feel something tear at you
It's something – line your insides with mirrors
They want what is good in you
Their bared teeth at your throat
I had wanted you to feel nothing

We should get fucked up
Punch holes in arms and legs
Let the meaning flow
Let the meaning flow from the holes
Let the meaning
Let the meaning flow

I see no pearls, dear
What are we diving for?

When you feel something tear at you
It's something – line your insides with mirrors
They want what is good in you
Their bared teeth at your throat
I had wanted you to feel nothing