Funeral Bell

Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell

Left behind, aint nothing left to sell

Oh, aint nothing left to sell

The hatred of your blood

So tortured, so insane

Dead ends, lost hope

Keep running through your veins

Oh, running through your veins

Ohhhhhhhh

So high, and then I fell

Ohhhhhhhh

Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell

The loss of one's self

Inside the wheel of doom

Genocide is coming way too soon.

Oh, way too soon

The undying fear

The strength of one's demise

Broke and strung out

You wave yourself goodbye

Oh, goodbye

Ohhhhhhhh

So high, and then I fell

Ohhhhhhhh

Can't stop the ringing

Ohhhhhhhh

So high, and then I fell

Ohhhhhhhh

Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell