Songtexte:
Funeral Facing Failure

Now the snow just as might lay cloaking all the remains shrouding of all the wounds and sores of losses and fatigue with pure, white amnesia The shrieking

Now the snow just as might lay cloaking all the remains shrouding of all the wounds and sores of losses and fatigue with pure, white amnesia The shrieking

have none" "what then? where do we place ourselves?" "on the funeral pyre to burn." and burn. lindsay: Reinventing moonlight for model lace. Hands touch faces

star Talk bout bad man place, who cut yuh innah yuh damn face? Roach tell yuh me bow, wrong man wrong place Dahlia wipe har pussy pon yuh long face Copper

tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense failure

couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him that one last time. My failure to attend

tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the immense failure

devoid of faces longtime lost Forever behind as you're strolling by sinking deep down I am losing ground I'm standing on a frozen shore devoid of faces

To not allow the worshippers to take up all the space To dance at funerals and grieve when true love shows it's face To meditate upon the lesser things