Those Heads Are Our Heads Iron Chic

This starts and ends with me
A long dead branch on my family tree
Their faith and my faith
Just never seemed to mean the same thing

My fondest memory
I scared the devil so bad he sold his soul to me
What's next? What's left?
What can you do besides die a slow death

You try and you make it work
It's not real if it doesn't hurt
You try to drown, but you're still breathing
Try to bite but you're only teething
Don't overthink it
We got a ship and the means to sink it

I've got a choice to make
Almost every second that I'm awake
That may be the reason
That I'd rather be sleeping

You try and you make it work
It's not real if it doesn't hurt
You wanna drown but you're still breathing
Try to bite but you're only teething
Don't over think it
We got a ship and the means to sink it