Dr. Suess is dead
We await... life
Dr. Suess is dead

cloud of flies obscure the sun
stone is dropped
dream undone
Ripples grow and ride the tide
The dead things crawls from deep inside

With it's dying
Sour breath
The burning smell of insect flesh
Hungry things in circles crowd
Around t.v.'s turned up too loud

We are the dead next door
Turned up to loud
Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
It's too [bad word] loud
Taste the light, inject the lord
It's too [bad word] loud
I cut my self again because I'm so [bad word] bored
It's too [bad word] loud
We are the dead next door
It's too [bad word] loud
Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
It's too [bad word] loud
Taste the light, inject the lord
It's too [bad word] loud
I cut my self again because I'm so [bad word] bored [bad word] yeah!

We await...life
Dr. Suess is dead

The dream is swirling
I'm alone
Where the streets are paved with bone
Buildings with a hundred eyes
Watch me through the swarming flie

Behind shade pulled down tight
Things are growing without light

Hungry things in circles crowd
Around t.v.'s turned up too loud

We are the dead next door
Turned up to loud
Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor
It's too [bad word] loud
Taste the light, inject the lord
It's too [bad word] loud
I cut my self again because I'm so [bad word] bored
It's too [bad word] loud
We are the dead next door
It's too [bad word] loud
Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor