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Funeral From These Wounds

rid the world from it's finer strains Through pills and acid that destroy our brains A utopia they seek to gain To save our world from the ones thought

rid the world from it's finer strains Through pills and acid that destroy our brains A utopia they seek to gain To save our world from the ones thought

came for help Against my fears What harm did I ever do to you I asked for your help You helped yourself What harm did I ever do to you Now I suffer from

The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long

eyes Yet the unrest would pine away In solitude where death holds sway So this is how credence declines All words come down and laughter pines A vagrant god released from

that they sold us out America the beautiful, there's a funeral on every day of the month Tryin' to get our knees broken, huh It's another chance under these

Spit 'em up and swallow slow I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly blast back Payback from flashback, some bitches know Bust 'til I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from

Pale and twitching, twisting to the cold dance Watching the room grow old a funeral romance Somewhere, someone's, screaming that the worlds gone Smear me with your blood and let these

'm here to tell ya' I'm makin peace with the past And I'm not ashamed of my scars, But I'm done... I'm done harbouring grudges and nursing old wounds