Drowing at the bottem of a fucking well Bodies Rising from this well Taken from their grave In this living hell Ripping, tearing through the flesh You
, up, to the belly of a ship Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Well, we are not human, we're not human Well, there was sand, there were
forget you) Y'know I'm sayin I C U When I Get There [Killah Priest] We came a long way from duckin strays My niggas laid in the alley ways Funerals
be when I get blasted I picture myself in a crime house filled with roses on my casket All my family and friends at my funeral wipin their tears away
I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief at my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? dress in black now, show everyone your grief well
you running so far away? Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
no one could give a thing Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well He donated an old iron casket he'd never been able to sell And the funeral procession well
, clap Boom, clap, boom, clap Now everybody get your hands up Now everybody get your hands up Loso, mo? betta, mo? chetta I do da rose, I am not a moeta
the man's cast shadow scorched into the earth And flies buzzing in the air like a funeral choir Silver reflection Cherry Blossom Baptism Silver reflection Cherry Blossom Baptism Now that the rose
we go This habit for my rose This habit for my rose I lost my radio phone Mr. Rainout Electric toys for you Funeral so good How? Isn't he beautiful Well
Time to depart and breaking the seal Pour red wine and the softest of lips Oh, wish me well and I go Tower your strength, an ascendance to hell Cut me
of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned Her life whispered grief like a funeral
go? Well his roses are perfect and his words have no wings I know what he can give me and I like to know these things I met her at the funeral She said
Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS Lyrics by Shane davison] My words fell with such silence, as I watched the blood slowely weep from open wounds. A still rose
a funeral Fine enough for a king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke And no one could give a thing 'Cept Jones, the undertaker He did mighty well
[Incomprehensible] Have to hit that long road that passes straight through hell Straight through hell, straight through hell I wish you well sweet Palmyra I wish you well sweet Palmyra I wish you well