Funerals are for the tired and the lonely seems like they've got the upper hand crying to the heavens praying for the dead and competition leaves room for more conceit me myself who am I
Praying to the heavens crying for the dead now I can't see your face you'll see your face in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine
I won't play yr game if yr not gonna let me win but for not to win is not necessarily to lose praying to the masses crying for the dead now I can't see your face you'll see your face in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine
I said funerals are for the lonely sick and tired of what could have been praying to the heavens crying for the dead now I can't see your face you'll see your face in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine eyes in mine
It's a sacrifice sometimes just to live in a world cold ice-breaking world with a bite of insecurity