Dead in the Head

Go and sell yourself and your murdering ways
Your story of sorrow is false, but it pays
All you are is afraid and dead
All because of what that bitch done and said

A liar, A cheat, A drug user
You filthy rich, self-abuser
You kill yourself and others too
Nothing about you is true

Your lies are told
And your truth is hidden
Now the thought of your death is forbidden
And I don’t know how to explain
And tell the world
You weren’t insane

A liar, A cheat, A drug user
You filthy rich, self-abuser
You kill yourself and others too
Nothing about you is true

Why does she do this?
Why are you dead?
With her red eyes and a hiss
She is all but Dead in the head