Necromancer

The shaman writes a prescription Meet the temp at the pharmacy The pills expire at midnight Cemetery on sight Wake up, wake up ye heretics Kinda craving, craving for cruelty Wake up, wake up ye heretics The priest cries blasphemy Wake up, wake up ye heretics Kinda craving, craving for cruelty In some other reality You could still love me me me Always wanting more For nothing in return And you could even Speak with the dead But you mute the phone Like no words were left unsaid The mall's holding a séance The consumer graveyard They got souls on clearance Black Friday Wake up, wake up ye heretics Kinda craving, craving for cruelty Wake up, wake up ye heretics The priest cries blasphemy Wake up, wake up ye heretics Kinda craving, craving for cruelty In some other reality You could still love me me me Always wanting more For nothing in return And you could even Speak with the dead But you mute the phone Like no words were left unsaid For nothing in return And you could even Speak with the dead But you mute the phone "Spaced out" is the way you cope The dead silent treatment show The space out treatment show The dead silent treatment show The space out treatment show The dead silent treatment show The space out treatment show The dead silent treatment show Do you still love me me me? Always wanting more For nothing in return And you could even Speak with the dead But you mute the phone Like no words were left unsaid For nothing in return And you could even Speak with the dead But you mute the phone "Spaced out" is the way you cope All the problems you collect Never get solved 'cause you wanna brag You'd complain even to the dead How life always wears you out