Wraps And Arms - Gene Loves Jezebel

This is a funeral for us all, emptiness

There is no love, it’s imaginary loneliness

To clutch at the hands that feed

Oh, let them bleed

Yes, she kills with words

Her looks alone won’t sway

Gives no love, it’s imaginary

Better this way

Onward with the same mistakes

Savor the pain

Hold me again, I won’t delude you

Am I wrong, am I wrong

To say that I belong to you?

Clutching at the hands that plead

Let it be, concealed in wraps

The odors appeal to me To touch, rejoice, this is ecstasy

Hold me again, I won’t delude you

Am I wrong, am I wrong

To say that I belong to you?

To you

This is a funeral for broken down loneliness

This is a funeral for us all, this is emptiness

This is emptiness, emptiness

This is emptiness, this is the funeral