The Funeral Is Dead!

Bury me in the clouds
And watch as I descend
Strobelights shining bright
I hope that you'll listen
Stalling the icy ground
And singing the farewell
Looking up to the sky
Can you hear these grotesque bells?

You had me
And now the shores
Will bleed

The funeral is dead
And I've got nothing more to say
Because the traps are always fake

It's deep under my skin
This bulletproof heartbeat
Flowers covering schemes
And bursting some cold seeds
My spite is getting old
And burdens are skipping
Would you carry me home?
Could you tell that I'm breathing?

Your ignorance is bliss
And you can't get closer
To me

The funeral is dead
And I've got nothing more to say
Because the traps are always fake

Bury me underground
And watch as I disappear
Marching on through the night
White gloves on coffin tears

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

The funeral is dead
And I've got nothing more to say
Because the funeral is dead

Dead
The funeral is dead
Dead