You're So Dead Meat Reimagined - Anthony Green, Summer Swee-Singh

Forcing a pose, shrug it off the same as when you say something you don’t mean

These strings are so dead, holding off on changing them, until one day they

will just break

Sorrow and all

Faces of doubt, haunted by the memories of everything minus the bad stuff

Sparkling light, God takes her vengeance on everyone’s burned to the ground

Sorrow and all

Don’t tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show

And don’t wistfully believe I would die for it

Holding a pose, why should I put everything into all these songs you just steal

The act in itself, fills me up in ways that connects me with everyone else

Don’t tell me if you care, come alive with it, let it show

Don’t wistfully believe I would die for this, what does that make me

What does that make me

What does that make me

Oh you’re so dead meat

What does that make me