Hows about my head, through a brick wallnThrough a brick wallnAnd eggs on my facenAnd it's oh so tired of licing by the fruitsnAnd I'll undermine menA dictionary of sound waiting for life aboundsnWaiting for life with absolutionnnIt's contagiousnLike a warningnOf a deathbed signnIf you want itnYou can taste it here, pitch black morningnMorningnnAnd hows about my head, drunk with lovenAnd a stake through the heartnAnd I'm oh so tired of sleeping in the darknAnd this could be my last chance at lifenA bulletproof wall of dust and liesnAnd lies can be traded for AbsolutionnnIt's contagiousnLike a warningnOf a deathbed signnIf you want itnYou can taste it here, pitch black morningnMorningnnSign out HalllelujahnA knife for a knife, and a blood will justnSpill on the floornBut I want morennIt's contagiousnLike a warningnOf a deathbed signnIf you want itnYou can taste it here, pitch black morningnMorningnnIt's contagiousnLike a warningnOf a deathbed signnIf you want itnYou can taste it here, pitch black morningnMorningnnPitch black morning.