Living Suitcase - Glorious Dead Lyrics

Go head and drag me down to your abyss
Don't need a funeral, I won't be missed
You got a, run run, runaway heart
But if I never stop crying then we'll never start

I wanna your blood in the sand
Get closer baby, hear my every demand
I want your cigarette, on my lips
I really really really really wanna put you to rest

You look at me like "what the f*ck have you said?"
Bury me baby, you're the glorious dead
I got a bad bad case, of your disease
And if I get what I want, then I'll never be free

I wanna carve your name in my scalp
I wanna run 'til my lungs run out
I want your cigarette, on my lips
I really really really really wanna put you to rest

I'm sick of dreaming girl it's gotta be felt
I love your bones, I wanna hollow them out
I need to get you out, scream and shout
I really really wanna know, what you're talking about

I wanna carve your name in my scalp
I wanna run 'til my lungs run out
I want your cigarette, on my lips
You gotta tie me down, bleed me out, put me to rest!