Mouth filled with decay
Spit it out, wash it down, it all taste the same
Blood on off white paint
I feel a little bit nauseous
It's my fault, so I guess I'll take the blame
So tired of always being afraid
I try to scream, but I can't
Just another funeral plan
(You can keep your thoughts and prayers)
I'm losing grip, I'm letting go
In the end we all just die alone
I think I'm gonna be sick
Laid out on the floor where it all began
Mercy bites the hand
But it's fine I promise
It's my fault, so I guess I'll take the blame
So tired of always being afraid
I try to scream, but I can't
Just another funeral plan
(You can keep your thoughts and prayers)
I'm losing grip, I'm letting go
In the end we all just die alone
YEAH!
One foot in the grave
Can't get out!
One foot in the grave and I'm feeling nauseous
One foot in the grave
YEAH!
One foot in the grave and I'm feeling nauseous
I think I'm gonna be sick
But it's fine it's fine I swear it's fine
It's fine I promise
It's my fault, so I guess I'll take the blame
So tired of always being afraid
I try to scream, but I can't
Just another funeral plan
(You can keep your thoughts and prayers)
I'm losing grip, I'm letting go
In the end we all just die alone
Losing patience
But it's fine I promise