Dead Strings, Dead Strings
aint it Bizarre, what the present can bring?
Dead Strings, Dead Strings,
Dead Strings.

Aint it strange when a candle fades?
Aint it sad when you find your life’s a charade?
Hide your eyes,
Just play though it,
Drenched your disguise,
hide all your pain,
On Dead Strings …

Shut your ears,
plug your eyes.
Accept all your blessings,
with withered surprise.
Cause life doles out both her dark and her light
Tomorrow slinking out of bed may be a losing fight
On Dead Strings…

Broken distals in my hand.
Lived through pain, I can’t explain or understand.
But the Sun’s gonna rise,
with Death in my eyes
I sadly survive.

On Dead Strings, Dead Strings
Aint it Bizarre what the present can bring?
Dead Strings, Dead Strings,
Dead Strings.

-Bret L Thompson

-All Lyrics by Bret L Thompson, ASCAP. © Keep Your Filthy Mitts from my Publishing Co.