Ungrateful Dead

We live with blindfolds on
To protect our jaded eyes
We live with blindfolds on
To assert our demented lives
Too long in this infection
To judge our fucking lives
Too long in this infection
This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
This city is shit
Yeah
We live with blindfolds on
We live with blindfolds on
We're cut from this infection
Cut to a perfect perfection
Ungrateful, unwilling
Untouched by human eyes
Unwanted, unfitted
Untouched for many minds
We are the city of the dead
We live in the city of the dead
We are born in the beds
Of all the dogs that you fed
Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I take you to
This is the wounds of the dead
This is the city of the dead
This is the city of the
Don't put your blindfolds on
Don't put your blindfolds on
Don't put your blindfolds on
Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
This is as far as you get
Don't believe a word
Because I take you to
All of the wounds of the dead
Don't believe a word
Oh, I don't believe a word
Don't believe a fucking word
Because I take you to
All of the wounds of the dead
The city, the city
The city, the city
The city, the city
The city of the dead
Ungrateful dead
Burn your skin off
Ungrateful dead
We lay torn in their beds
We lay torn from the dead
Ungrateful dead
Ungrateful dead
Burn your skin off