Dead language, dead language, tied up in strings
A world of figures are strangers to me
It talks how it feels, but it's not what it seems
Dead language, dead language

Dead language, dead language, are you lying to me?
I guess I could figure how strange you would be
'Cause you talk without speaking in our company
Dead language, dead language
Dead language, dead language

I'm so slow, I may just be a bit out of touch
But I don't mean though to take it all so serious

Spare me the words from your lips when you speak out
Clear the dirt from our name and cast it out