Lyrics Wearing Thin - Funeral Diner

Wearing Thin

With your «burnt to the ground»
And breaking haloes
It’s been said
Once a hundred times before
So say it again
More posturing and masks
Thinly veiled metaphors
About «angels"can't hide your contempt
I’m not fooled
And if you think about it
For more than a minute
It’s not okay
And i’m not fooled
By your corpses so artfully done
In monoprint for everyone to see
Can you justify this?
Its not okay
Your hatred as an option
To be made
To be sold
To be consumed
To be absorbed
Like the paint-as-blood
On the cover of every sad little boy
So just give up and fade away