Funeral Bell

Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell Left behind, ain’t nothing left to sell Oh, ain’t nothing left to sell The hatred of your blood So tortured, so insane Dead ends, lost hope Keep running through your veins Oh, running through your veins Oh... so high, and then I fell Oh... can’t stop the ringing of my funeral bell The loss of one’s self inside the wheel of doom Genocide is coming way too soon Oh, way too soon The undying fear The strength of one’s demise Broke and strung out You wave yourself goodbye Oh, goodbye.... Oh... so high, and then I fell Oh... can’t stop the ringing Oh... so high, and then I fell Oh... can’t stop the ringing of my funeral bell... Oh... so high, and then I fell Oh... can’t stop the ringing Oh... so high, and then I fell Oh... can’t stop the ringing of my funeral bell...