Everybody loves a funeral
see the row turning around
everybody wants to please
a dead man can't feel.
Each shot of their gun
they beat me to the ground.
Everytime they win
I breath the dust o' the grief
I'm as funny as a king demise
everybody comes to stab my back
how can I breath alive?
a dead mind can't reach calm
salty tears fake the pain
a good man pretend the scream
strange friends follows me
can't you hear me?
can't you hear me?
lock my conffin.
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