Everything is such a blur. Taken down and submerged under. Wake up to a new day and still nothing has changed, life is still astray. Do you know what
14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral
overhead. I said all the things that had been missing from the funeral that I had been forbidden from taking any part in. You forgave me for everything
low shootin' blow with Meeka Yeah it's a crazy world, see how a baby curl When there's crack in the pregnant stomach of a baby girl Neglected offsprings end
Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything You think
And Worries All In One I Wonder If Happiness Could Be Within A Gun The Shouldas, Woulda, Couldas, And The Maybes, And The Gotta Show Me That I Understand Everything
taught that has resulted now in you Is about to be engrained into your supple psyche too Early days, full of discovery and play Everything is brand new, so everything
seeds in the summernights' wind, reminders of gratification. And soon the mourning will end. Repentance fills emptiness with grief. There won't be a return, the sorrow has found its end
act accord But always, serpents slither across floors Everything that is, always has been, always will be A chill in your bones is how you feel me At the end
fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything
feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything You think that
fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn?ve been so beautiful Don?t know why I gave my heart, gave my trust, gave everything
[Verse 1:] Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins Creeps with Lamas
my eyes sunk low in my head I gave a once over to everything you said The world would be a lot better if i were dead. This is the end. Shut it down,
be able to get a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up without a father will he end
and the beginning becomes the end Words turn into magic. Rewind becomes a habit Rabbits become vultures and cultures become trends A party becomes a funeral
