We're not dead, 
We're just lying very still, 
But we've buried ourselves in a maze of back roads, 
And no one knows 

We've lost a few limbs, 
Callouses wearing thin, 
It occurs to me that we probably look like zombies 

We're not dead, 
We're just lying very still, 
Bury me in a tomb with a trapdoor and a flashlight 

What if I told you we're moving on without a problem? 
Shake the dust off our shoulders the way mustard gas blossoms, 
I'm lying in a dark closet where my daddy keeps his shotgun, 
I want to play shows across these states, 
Just poke me in the ribs and you'll find, 
I'm not dead, 
I'm just lying very still, 
We're not dead, 
We're just lying very still