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Bury Your Dead

Slaughterhouse-Five

 

Slaughterhouse-Five

(album: Mosh 'n' Roll - 2011)


I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight c'mon!

Tonight I drink myself into a fucking coma
Fuck this shit world, each day I am growing colder
Tonight intended to be the end of everything "me"
My blood is burning through my veins fucking urgently

I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead
My body's breaking down until it is shed
My chest, a coffin, closed where you used to be
Time heals nothing, trust is so fucked you're dead to me

Trust is so fucked

Believing is just another word for self-defeat
Nothing you give will ever mean a fucking thing
Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees
I've been beat down by life with every breath I breathe

I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead
My body's breaking down until it is shed
My chest, a coffin, closed where you used to be
Time heals nothing, trust is so fucked you're dead to me

I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight c'mon!

Night after fucking night, knife at my throat
Endless fucking tears for you, I've lost all hope

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