We lay torn in their beds
Ungrateful dead, ungrateful dead
Ungrateful dead
This city never lies
We live with blindfolds on
We live with blindfolds on
Songwriter: Casey Chimielinski
We live in the city of the dead
Too long in this infection
Dead city, dead city
Don't believe a word
Ungrateful, unwilling
This is the city of the dead
Because I take you to
We lay torn from the dead
All the wounds of the dead city
Publishers: BLIND SERENADE MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.
Because I trade on you
Well I don't believe a word
Don't believe a word
This city's shit, yeah
Untouched by human eyes
Too long in this invention
Go put your blindfolds on
Ungrateful dead
All the wounds of the dead
To protect our jaded eyes
We live with blindfolds on
Turn your skin out
Turn this skin out
We are born in the beds
This is as far as you get
This is the city of the
Go put your blindfolds on
To judge your fucking life
Uncut formally blind
Ungrateful dead
Go put your blindfolds on
Because I'll take you to
We are the city of the dead
This city is paralyzed
Cut to a perfect defection
Because I pray to you
Don't believe a fucking word
To assert our demented lies
Dead city, dead city
Unwanted, unfitted
Don't believe a word
Don't believe a word
Don't believe a word
Because I pray to you
Dead city, dead city
This city is paralyzed
This city is paralyzed
Of all the dogs that you fed
This is as far as you get
We're cut from this infection
This is the wounds of the dead
We live with blindfolds on