You're dead I always thought that you pretend The flow is here again And black-eyed angels came to hear our song The rain I am a tree before the rain My leaves are hungry so A pineal gland dessert will soothe my soul Sold my head for a sun My head for a sun, my head for a sun You're here And I have fed you with my fear It doesn't matter now I like it when you're here to prove me wrong You're dead I always thought that you pretend It doesn't matter now Cause black-eyed angels are here to eat my soul Sold my head for a sun My head for a sun, my head for a sun Sold my head for a sun My head for a sun, my head for a sun