Funeral Fuck کے بول

I wear a crown of thorns upon my head, People laugh, spit and cry, But the pain I feel is more than that, For I am yet to die. The past is pain, the pain will stay, Cause I inject you every day. CHORUS A city of idols, a city of sin, The sufferers kingdom explodes within I hold your pain inside my head, As it drifts away in time, Only you have the cure, I want to make it mine. I love your pain inside my head, And know it's always mine, Only you my, addiction Will cure my sick mind. Chewing on my casket, Violently, Cutting off my tongue, Tastefully, Stabbed in the back, Gracefully, Bible blessed in blood, Thoroughly, Bible blessed in blood. I pray for peace inside my head, But peace is inhumane, The evil force of your temptation, Is the lust I can't contain. Fuckin' with my tounge, The funeral fuck has just began, The past is pain, the pain will stay, Cause I inject you everyday. CHORUS REPEAT