Funeral - System Syn

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