Double Dead - Cursive

Out cold, run over by the boulder of Sisyphus

Doesn’t it seem to get a bit repetitive?

Over and over and over again

You got clean, climbing up that hill was an impressive feat

To think of all the demons you had to jockey

Just to see that boulder bounding!

Double dead — the first time was your worst mistake

This second one should take the cake

And smear it all over the mirror!

Out cold, cozy in the mausoleum of your home

Dozing to the shuffle of a metronome ticking out of time —

I-I-I'm, I-I-I'm, uh-uh, I’m a devil, I’m an angel

I’m whichever shoulder you’ve been glancing over

The boulder’s getting closer, it can’t be outrun

Time to take your medicine!

Double dead — you and me have got history

You and me have got symmetry

Two sides of the same loin

Double dead — I’m the shears that Samson feared

I’m the whisper in your ear —

Now, be a good little boy and do as you’re told

Let’s hit the road

One for the money, two for your head…

Double dead!

Double dead — the first time was so innocent

This second one is insolent

Double dead — you and me, we’ve got history

But no real future I can see