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Cold and grey

Dry to the touch

My metal bed

Locked inside of a box

A wall of shelving

Names displayed on the front

Where's the guys...

What's this tag on my toe?

The last thing I remember

Drops me to my knees

This can't be real

What's happened to me?

Where's my bong?

Why am I not in the car...

Weren't we just overlooking the city

At the point drinking under the stars

Reilly dropped the vodka

It rolled under my seat

I remember stretching

It was to far out of reach

Foot on the gas

We left it in drive

Fifty miles an hour

The car took a nosedive

Three teenagers

We fucked up again

High flying hellions

Until the end

Toxicology report

Reads L.S.D and hash

Imagine their nosedive

BLOOD PAINTED DASH

HOTEL MORGUE

Hope you enjoy the living dead

WATCH THE CORNER

Drain your lifeless soul away

PUTTY FILLER

Repairs the holes in your head

HOTEL MORGUE

Pray you never wake up dead

Cold and grey

Dry to the touch

My metal bed

Locked inside of a box

A wall of shelving

Our names on the front

Where's the guys?

BLOOD PAINTED DASH