Lyrics Funeral - System Syn

Funeral

He drives down the highway from the city
Hearing nothing as the radio plays on
Headed to a room of strangers
They’ll shake hands
And pretend to know why she’s gone
We all lie to ourselves
We all make our own hell
We all lie to ourselves
Don’t we feel anymore
We pull the pin and ignite
All the pain we invite
Till the end of our life
Let this hell be our light
I’ll put my hand upon his shoulder
Say I’m sorry for his loss and he’ll believe me
He’s heard those words so many times before
They have no meaning
But he’s only grieving for himself
Like everyone
We pull the pin and ignite
All the pain we invite
Till the end of our life
Let this hell be our light
It’s over now
She’s in the ground
But we will never be the same