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Funeral From These Wounds

rid the world from it's finer strains Through pills and acid that destroy our brains A utopia they seek to gain To save our world from the ones thought

came for help Against my fears What harm did I ever do to you I asked for your help You helped yourself What harm did I ever do to you Now I suffer from

The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long

eyes Yet the unrest would pine away In solitude where death holds sway So this is how credence declines All words come down and laughter pines A vagrant god released from

rid the world from it's finer strains Through pills and acid that destroy our brains A utopia they seek to gain To save our world from the ones thought

cherished illusions, Gloomy premonitions of a funeral storm, His hatred sticked without respite, Filled by the suffering, the screams and the shocks Of these

droves To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed When wolves exhumed Their carthen wombs Where heavy frosts had laboured long To bare their wounds

s too late You're another funeral candidate Fatal wounds get inflicted with a snub nose biscuit your father organs get twisted That's what happens when you come see me multiple stab wounds

betta use it, thats all I gotta tell ya [Hook] [Verse 2:] If you aint from around here you betta keep ya doors locked With your windows wound up with