Funeral

Look your best, here to impress

Disguising your joyful demeanor

But no matter how you try to dress

It up

I can see the blood on the cloth

In the pocket of your pricey suit

Costs the price of my pure youth

I'll come to your house

Dressed in all black

You won't even be taken aback

Won't find it a cruel

Invitation to my own funeral

Shadow of mine

Only showing up in the right light

Choking me with my own words

Throw me in the river

See if I sink

Or float

Or just shiver

The consequences of this affection

Are getting bigger

You are the above

I am a sinner

I'll come to your house

Meet you on the porch

A black candle to light the torch

Won't find it a cruel

Invitation to my own execution

Little did you know

I can dig my own hole

Little did you know

Little dig, ya know

I can dig my own

I'll come to your trail

Hide in the back

You'll beg for mercy

When my tongue attacks

Will you find it cruel?

You dug your own hole

For your own funeral