P.O.S.
Dead Music
[Intro]
Dead music
Hollow followers (hollow followers)
Dead music

[Chorus: P.O.S and Crescent Moon]
Hollow followers dance to dead music
The dumb and deaf have been blinded
Open to being close-minded
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

[Verse: P.O.S and Crescent Moon]
Between the first and second digit
Lies a needle, threaded with innocence
Used to stitch the lips of these bruised ignorant people
To keep 'em little
Fuck lickin' shots, Felix stamps and
Send our sadness to families across the planet
Ay yo, I got a fuckin' problem
Nobody cares though
My fingernails just scrape the bottom of the barrel
You can find my manifesto etched on gesso
Or in the [?] of your local record store
Is that a metaphor for those that try'na label you?
Uh-uh, it's the fact that I write rage
Letter bombs oppose you
It's the point of the rat trap
The man that makes more
That kid offerin' shoe polish in the back of the department store
It''s all things encompassing, I summon the strain
The days that break
They take the heart and break it apart
They veins need re-arranging
Sing in harmony, the slightly out of key
Gets his throat box ripped out, I pray that won't be me
[Chorus: P.O.S and Crescent Moon]
Hollow followers dance to dead music (Y-you)
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (Don't exist)
Open to being close-minded
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Hollow followers dance to dead music
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don't exist)
Open to being close-minded
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

[Post-Chorus]
Dead music (dead music)
Dead music (dead music)
Dead music (Let's dance to dead music)
Dead music
Dead music (dead music)
Hollow followers dance to dead music (dead music)

[Verse: P.O.S and Crescent Moon]
Face first landed, you lookin at me slanted
You better thank the bandit before you hang canvas
My only chance is with these cards that I hold
And I bet my life that I'll probably fold
No-one holds the door for a ghost anymore
Y'all are still searchin for a reason to explore
Still in the days where I'm building a cage
For the dumb motherfuckers unwillin to change
Let's play a little game called 'fill in the blanks'
Bury me alive until I'm feelin the pain
Fire-hungry cavemen, sit and play with matches
And then kill the flame when it catches
You can't build with ashes
I feel attacked, with the ritual and sound
Where everyone can picture 'bout what's holding 'em down
Push flows by the pound, it's your corner store market
Probably let you roll if you had a place to park it
I can't see the buckle that I'm marked with
Can't hear the screams when I dance to dead music and darkness
[Chorus]
Hollow followers dance to dead music
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don't exist)
Open to being close-minded
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

Hollow followers dance to dead music
The dumb and deaf have been blinded (You don't exist)
Open to being close-minded
Ignorance is bliss, innocence is silent

[Verse: P.O.S and Crescent Moon]
He's sat on a ledge, playin', sick of it all
He wanted God to be his partner in the trust fall
Closed his eyes, he used up all his last tries
Argue with the voices in the back of his mind

They said
No, it wasn't meant to be like this (Okay)
No, it wasn't meant to be this way
No, it wasn't supposed to happen so fast
Yes, it was. I can finally see that
No, it wasn't meant to be like this
No, it wasn't meant to be this way
No, it wasn't supposed to happen so fast
Yes, it was. I can finally see that
There's a stain on my beatbox
But we don't sing along anymore, we just watch
Yes, it was. I can finally see that