I don't wanna fight no more
Or play the social game for score
Roll my legs up like deceiving spiders
Forever indoor
I don't wanna waste my time
Or even call this habit mine
Of hiding honest thoughts
It seems to be a perfect crime
Maybe there's one thing i have left
A solution for my distress
Talking is silver, silence is gold
A zen like state that is untold
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Every day feels just the same
My vision seems to fade away
After all the weed won't isolate
My thoughts from this cold war
I can see the seasons change
Makes me feel so fn' strange
Maybe staying in a dark cave keeps my
Sanity maintained
I know there's one thing I have left
A solution for my distress
Though pretending is not my thing
I'll act dead and come back in spring
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
Playing dead
