Testi

This song will become the anthem of your underground You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, Do you think you'd make it out? Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs? And at your funeral, I will sing the requiem This song will become the anthem of your underground You're two floors down getting high in the back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out? Or would you burn up before the water fills your lungs? And at your funeral, I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt too much to watch you die And you can bet when we mourn the Death of you that night (of you that night) They'll lay me on the dinner table I will be the pig With the apple in my mouth The food that celebrates your end And at your funeral, I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt too much to watch you die And at your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt too much to watch you die
Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Bryan Newman, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Eben D'amico, Eben Mullen D Amico, Bryan Thomas Newman, Edward Sterling Alexander, Ted Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out