Dead Weight Songtext
von Pleasure Craft

He′s a kid he's a soul he′s a rag doll
He's a chemical
He's a bag in the wind he′s a tag in
He′s a swimmer in a current

He's a bone holding flesh he′s a blood test
He's a messenger
He′s the cold on an old snow-covered road
He's trapped inside a mirror


Bite the edge, get your teeth in, cock the gun, feel it breathing
Taste the noise, begging to leave control, eating from a bleeding hand
Pulling on a dead weight
Pulling on a dead weight

He′s a face on the end of a chain, he's a wrecking ball
He's erased what he came here to save
He′s the ripple on the surface

He′s afraid when he talks so he shuts off
He's a montage
There′s a rock in his skin where he digs in
But the diamonds buried deeper

Keep pulling up
Pullin' on a dead weight
Keep crawling up
Pulling on a dead weight