This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt
covers your f*cking grave, The circle of black cloaks
all turn their backs, As the cherubs sing loud of your
funeral mass. This eulogy bares your name, And the
guilt like dirt will cover your f*cking grave. This
eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will
cover your f*cking grave. That's when she turned to me
and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the
hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when
she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like
suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your
pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,
That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of
dust will replace your pride. Lies the lies drag your
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you
wore only weigh your body down, The rows of crosses
flash in the lightning light, As your screams echo your
last rights. This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt
like dirt will cover your f*cking grave. This eulogy
bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will cover
your f*cking grave. That's when she turned to me and
she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand
fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when she
turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like
suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your
pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,
That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of
dust will replace your pride. Face the razor, Face your
pride, It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide,
Face the razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part
of you, You're not trying to hide. Face your pride,
It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide. Face the
razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part of you,
You're not trying to hide. This eulogy bares your name,
And the guilt like dirt will cover your f*cking grave.
This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt
will cover your f*cking grave. That's when she turned
to me and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And
the hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's
when she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths
like suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace
your pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,
That's why faiths like suicide. Lies the lies drag your
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you
wore only weigh your body down. Lies the lies drag your
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you
wore only weigh your body down.