Testi:
Funeral Dying

adventes Doom at which I curse you Please save me from myself Life holds no joy but you In a doomed and adoring way We are dying together as one

, that's what you had There's nothing good in early dying Another profits from your money People praying to your ghost There's nothing good in dying

Doom at which I curse you Please save me from myself Life holds no joy but you In a doomed and adoring way We are dying together as one

Traduzione: Funerale. Morire è un business.

rest nigga cause I ain't worried eyes bluried sayin' goodbye at the cemetary tho' memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till' my dying

lions Your kind is quickly dying On the verge of your extinction Funeral with no distinction Goodnight white pride of lions Your kind is quickly dying

much more must we bleed her I cut their throats while they slept I wept I peel back my skull for you Yes I do Slow desolation like a funeral procession

cause today is the day [chorus] Calm is the breath that breaks the circle of silence Like the whisper of a dying man Who was born in his own funeral

ice melting to flood Earth lies in death bed, clouds cry water dead Tearing life away, here's the burning pay Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral Electric Funeral