Dead Man Songtext
von Silence

Behold the dead man
The present absentee
Whose only passion
Is apathy

He′s too soft-hearted, mmm, to afford a soul
There's nothing quite as reckless
Or quite as frightening as a heart
Behind the controls

He has locked the door
And thrown away the key
He′s hoping prison (will set him free)
Will set him free


He's too soft-hearted, mmm, to afford a soul
There's nothing quite as reckless
Quite as frightening as a heart (behind the controls)
Behind the controls

The trick, it seems, is to believe
It′s all for the best
To enjoy every depression
As if it were the last
But, alas

He′s too softhearted, mmm, to afford a soul
There's nothing quite as ruthless
Quite as frightening as a heart
Taking hold