"Well I'm Dead! Tell the world" she said.
And the funeral came alive.
I collect every flower sent
from hell down to the fire.

Fall down sick,
I'm not insane.
(i'm feeling oh so full of shame)
Death has come to set us free.

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed.
We are the scavengers,
scavengers of the damned.

We kill, we're the demons still, in an empty, patterned sky
well good bye,
to the lives i stole.
and the funeral came alive

Fall down sick
I'm not insane
(I'm feeling oh so full of shame)
Death has come to set us free.

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers
scavengers of the damned

oh, it's up to me
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers
scavengers of the damned

If you want love
if you crave death
Define us,
out of the darkness

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned.

Oh, it's up to me,
to make you fucking bleed
We are the scavengers,
the scavengers of the damned

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Writer(s): Angel Dejesus Ibarra, Jacob Samuel Davison, Nicholas Alexander Wiggins, William Roy Francis