You're So Dead Meat

Forcing a pose
 Shrug it off the same as when you say something you don't mean
 These strings are so dead
 Holding off on changing them until one day they will just break
 Sorrow and all
 
 Oh, oh
 Faces of doubt
 Haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff
 Sparkling light
 God takes her vengeance on everyone's burned to the ground
 Sorrow and all
 Oh, oh
 Don't tell me if you care
 Come alive with it, let it show
 And don't wistfully believe I would die for it, oh
 Holding a pose
 Why should I put everything into all these songs you just steal?
 The act in itself
 Freeze me up in ways that connects me with everyone else
 Don't tell me if you care
 Come alive with it, let it show
 And don't wistfully believe I would die for this
 What does that make me?
 Oh
 What does that make me?
 Oh
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 What does that make me?
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 Oh, oh
 Oh (You're so dead meat)
 Oh, oh (What does that make me?)