'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends And we all get together when we bury our friends And you're walking away Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still here And I will die in this place Well you can hide a lot about yourself But honey, what

'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you If you could get me a drink Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my Aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me In all my favorite colors,

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

You know that I care What happens to you And I know that you care So I don't feel alone Or the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing

Each will dig their own graves And bury themselves in life's failures And now the ground we called our home Is but a barren wasteland The only sound drowning your cries Is the detonation That's the sound of humanity melting away Say goodbye it's the end

If you still care, don't ever let me know Bury all your secrets in my skin Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins The air around me still feels like a cage And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again So if you love me, let me

Symbolical and mystical Between life and death we're torn A constant struggle Like an apocrypha Nobody can be certain A thousand days, spent in hell The ultimate sacrifice Your voyage starts With a question mark

I pray the king shows you his mercy For shame, for the Revolution Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress Heed not the rabble who scream revolution They have not your interests

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers

We are the small axe If you are the big tree Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Shall bury in it, shall bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Ready to cut you down (well sharp) Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men