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