The Funeral

All they are an impulsive marching band
Coming up to push phlegm a step further everyday
All they are a played backwards anthem
For the lucid and the vivid at an independence day

Too much faith to burn this church
Too much waiver to hope and welcome

All they are an abusive marching band
Coming up to push phlegm a step further everyday

Have them recalling your name
Throw a party on this funeral
Where rain and the midday light
Would timely intertwine
Have them recalling your doom
'Cause every end will over soon
Like if it never were done
Though everything fades

All they are an unyielding marching army
And an ingrate nation that regrets when it was born
All they are a slow demand for censure
Some kind of foul cavalry with a cross flag torn

Too much vim to wait here in vain
No great ambitions to kill and gain

All they are an unyielding marching army
And an ingrate nation that regrets when it was born

When nailer meet the maker
And be left alone with the choice
A sore voice that affords the frame
They will never forget your name

In for a kill on this carnival
Save your strength to pull the
Hearse with your own hands
Let our prayers meet demise
The one to feast in hued strive
Have them chanting your name
'Cause in the end is all you'll have
Is all you'll fight to get it back
Though everything fades
Everything fades