99 LIVES Lyrics

Counting no sheep, Bo Peep, nosebleed

Dead from my toes to those faux gold teeth

Make a lake of fire and paper boat meet

It'll float with little old, little old me

I need some lower inhibitions

Stop me soaking in the fiction

They don't know that their hope is suspicious

They don't know that their soul so delicious

But nutrition is fruitless

Out on a mission the mission is useless

Pluto's remiss from my pseudo abyss

Glued to a crypt of my choosing, abusing

The booze whilst marooned in the piss

Baby - I'm not new to the list

I just really wanna know where my funeral is

You know, just the usual shit

Hello, fellow in a bed of waste

Don't benzos have a mellow taste

My boy gone and sold me a rental face

A mask made blue at a gentle pace

We don't animate 'til Gepetto's paid

And he'll get his money, even if the method's strange

Gave abilities we don't shake in lesser phases

Resonating, drop 'til we're levitating

Kiss of death, no kiss and tell

We listen good, we listen well

Hop between two different realms

Feet up, chilling in a living hell

Feet up, chilling in a living hell

Souls on retail, everything's for sale

You can walk right in, don't ring the bell

And it's all on you if you don't like the smell, well

Don't be a stranger

No name, appropriate fame

Brittle nature got a hold of their brains

Little angels never holy again

Seeing ghosts, maybe multi

Pull on my chains 'til I stop sulking

The plot thickens, the plot never listens

The pot call kettle black but both from the kitchen

This assignment an open court

Rolling high on my trojan horse

Sober mind, but my broken claws

Opened my eyes and I saw the clause

Peddling my pedigree like it was never meant to be

I only deal in definites so negligence is never seen

If it's potions that you need I only sell the recipe

Just cope if you're capable; hope is a felony

Dope and the remedies; ready, they better be

Bury your enemies

Don't open the cellar, please

Old friends go together like Goten and Trunks

Old enough to get stoned and drunk

Insomniac - cutting out Z's like Zorro

Better never ever feel that hollow

Better never ever feel that sorrow

Better never ever feel that sorrow

Hello, fellow in a bed of waste

Don't benzos have a mellow taste

My boy gone and sold me a rental face

A mask made blue at a gentle pace