Dead Weight (White Lung)

A pound of flesh lays between my legs and eyes Secure the sutures, he'll grow beneath the ties This dead weight This dead weight I am a wash now without a life to please And I know the hole inside of me Is not the way I ever want to be I'm gone I'll give my heart out, I'll bleed until I'm cold So spare your good seed, I'm getting bored and old This dead weight This dead weight I am a wash now without a life to please And I know the hole inside of me Is not the way I ever want to be I'm gone