| Song | Everybody Wants You (Dead). |
| Artist | The Agonist |
| Album | Prisoners |
| You did me wrong! | |
| Yeah, you screwed me | |
| But – guess what! | |
| I win, you lose | |
| How funny, what you show when you’ve got nothing to prove | |
| Everybody wants you? | |
| Everybody wants you dead | |
| But I want you right here | |
| To see your face when you’ve got no one left | |
| Sticky fingers touch the treetops... | |
| Could we collapse them with one slip? | |
| Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch? | |
| Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles | |
| Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old | |
| Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin, | |
| Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger’s skull | |
| How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strongwhen you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones | |
| I didn’t think dysplasia would so affect it | |
| You know, tonight there is a crime to commit | |
| I’m thinking it through – | |
| I’m convinced it’s true | |
| You’re the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in | |
| Will you buckle down like barnacles, a one-time contagion? | |
| Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution? | |
| Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again? | |
| What happened to what you thought of me? | |
| I shattered all the imagery | |
| The pretense was a forgery – | |
| I really am what | |
| I presentYou know, tonight there’s a crime to commitand | |
| I’m the criminal, victim and punishment |
| You did me wrong! | |
| Yeah, you screwed me | |
| But guess what! | |
| I win, you lose | |
| How funny, what you show when you' ve got nothing to prove | |
| Everybody wants you? | |
| Everybody wants you dead | |
| But I want you right here | |
| To see your face when you' ve got no one left | |
| Sticky fingers touch the treetops... | |
| Could we collapse them with one slip? | |
| Can you really swear by a reality where miles are measured by inch? | |
| Tonight we are two, dipping toes in flooding puddles | |
| Programmed romance makes us shudder, pictures never grow old | |
| Obviously dusting powdery days off your skin, | |
| Familiar eyes are rabid, transplanted to a stranger' s skull | |
| How am I to keep you happy, healthy and strongwhen you harbor such infection, such scar tissue in your bones | |
| I didn' t think dysplasia would so affect it | |
| You know, tonight there is a crime to commit | |
| I' m thinking it through | |
| I' m convinced it' s true | |
| You' re the beach of my attention but the tide is coming in | |
| Will you buckle down like barnacles, a onetime contagion? | |
| Will you passively wade away like layers of pollution? | |
| Or will you still be holding your breath when tides go out again? | |
| What happened to what you thought of me? | |
| I shattered all the imagery | |
| The pretense was a forgery | |
| I really am what | |
| I presentYou know, tonight there' s a crime to commitand | |
| I' m the criminal, victim and punishment |