Dead Plains - Make Them Suffer

Above these fallow plains of salt and wires

Form the droplets that would land and dehydrate the soil

And so sounds the song, with howls and shrieking;

A gift from this earth’s keeper, uncontrollably weeping

And I’m thinking that she must’ve forgotten where she left me last

And it’s starting to become a real problem, when I’m living in the

Dead Plains.

It’s a paradox

Dead Plains.

Her tears turn to salt

Dead Plains.

Now she cries for her friend, but it’s the sadness in her heart in

which she’s grown to depend

Life is slipping, and it’s starting to feel as if oxygen is thinning

There goes the sound from where the clouds are

So block your ears because her song is getting louder

I guess she’s getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure

But she’s left me in the

Dead Plains.

It’s a paradox

Dead Plains.

Now her tears turn to salt

Dead Plains.

Now she cries for her friend, but it’s the sadness in her heart in

which she’s grown to depend

And I’m thinking that she must’ve forgotten where she left me last

I guess she’s getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure

Maybe she wanted some

But she’ll never let me out

No, she’ll never let me out

Help somebody, anybody?

Anybody?

No, she’ll never let me out

Guess I’m stuck living in the Dead Plains