Funeral

It's such a s**t conclusion
Living my illusion

The bells are ringing, yet life is dead
They're laughing in the face of torture
Tears of mirth at this funeral
Screams of pain still coming

Fingers plucking the delicate chords
Picking at my heartstrings
The scissors ripping my soul
This untitled thing, nameless

Ashes lie with the putrid flowers
The alcohol drips off the sky
Open mouths, feed the lies
They're clutching at throats

Hammering those nails on the coffin
Death still gripping the sides
Acid spilling from the fountain
Everyone drinks so deeply; there is no end