Dead People Are Cool - Vendetta

There’s people on the outside

There’s freedom where they dwell

The spheres they’re populating

Can’t be like hell on earth

Cause we’re learning

What’s meant with calm and peace

Which I could see the outside

Where all is free

Mistreated and fucked up

The waters where I dive

Lost and cheated I’m creeping

I’m bound to follow

The sundown of human rites

Feel sorrow, the pablum of death

Frustration, the centre of my life, day and night

I feel exploited and violated

I feel crushed and I feel down

Please do not tell me

That you would show consideration

Of my heart, this is so fragile

Or just my soul

Dead people are cool