Paroles de 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