From the Dead Lyrics

How does it feel to know that you've won?

You keep laughing like it's a joke

All I wanted was a son

Now all I have is dope

No, no, no, no, no

Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight

And you're alright, I guess I'll just die

Now we're outside, floating at the speed of delight

And you're alright, I guess I'll just die

There are roots growing under my bed

Strange things go off in my mind

I keep rising from the dead

But these days are awfully kind