January One, I got a lot of things on my mind
I'm looking at my body through a new spy satellite
I try to lift a finger but I don't think I can make a call
So tell me if I move 'cause I don't feel anything at all
SO CARRY ME
I'M JUST A DEAD MAN
LYING ON THE CARPET
CAN'T FIND A HEARTBEAT
MAKE ME BREATHE
I WANNA BE A NEW MAN
TIRED OF THE OLD ONE
OUT WITH THE OLD PLAN
I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral
But it's better than a party full of people I don't really know
Well, they've got hearts to break and burn, dirty hands to feel the earth
There's something in my veins but I can't seem to make it work
Won't work
Can you find a beat?
Inside of me?
Any pulse, getting worse
Any pulse, getting worse
Inside of me
In front of me
