I got nothing else left and my body is a graveyard

Someone's getting put to work
Body starts to pack it in
You're about to give it up
This is too predictable
Somethings gonna get to you
All this shit is getting rough

Now the sky turns red
Take me out I'm turning to dust
I can't raise the dead
Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard

Off with my head
Won't let me out
When my best ain't good enough
Put the blade inside your hands
Around my neck
Suspended
Waiting for the blackout

Someone's getting put to work
Body starts to pack it in
You're about to give it up
This is too predictable
Somethings gonna get to you
All this shit is getting rough

Now the sky turns red
Take me out I'm turning to dust
I can't raise the dead
Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard
Nothing left, and my body is a graveyard

Off with my head
Won't let me out
When my best ain't good enough
Put the blade inside your hands
Around my neck
Suspended
Waiting for the blackout

No my best ain't good enough
Not a chance, no place to land
Can't raise the dead, I'm empty
Off with my head, won't let me out

Cut it