Dead Weight

Throw me down the interstate
Dressed in all the things I hate
Black birds start to congregate
Circle ‘round to speculate
I cant sleep and I cant wait
It’s too little
It’s too late

If you’re not light as air…
If you’re not light as air…
You’re dead weight

They don’t know
What they do
Drive the nail
Turn the screw

Throw me down the interstate
Dressed in all the things I hate
It’s too little
It’s too late
I can’t sleep
I can’t wait

If you’re not light as air…
If you’re not light as air…
You’re dead weight

Revolution of the fake…