The Funeral

Green sun's in chain

Bedroom's like cemetery

Dirty smoke fucks my body

Dried flowers make me think

I don't belong here

My soul is clashing down

The world's still turning

Dirty smoke fucks my body

The world's still turning

In the red locked sky

I see a guiding star

Blood flows through to the cemetery

But I don't feel the hurt

I'm in a serpents bed

Trying to write my will

It's the funeral

Distorted band's figure's burning

5Grs flying through the graves

Here's the final place

Forget about the promised land

Fly through the graves

Dead sun's in chains

Dirty wind fucks your body

There's too much confusion

The world's still turning

Bed room's yours to pilage

Dried flowers make you think

The world's still turning

The soul is crashihg down

It's the funeral

Distorted band's figure's burning

5Grs flying through the graves

Here's the final place

Forget about the promised land

Fly through the graves

It's the funeral

Distorted band's figure's burning

5Grs flying through the graves

Here's the final place

Forget about the promised land

Fly through the graves