White Funeral (Flatline)

Who needs your help when I'm six feet under?

Say your goodbyes
With forgotten smiles

People I didn't know
Acting like I meant something to them

Kiss my ass
I'm buried face down

It's all a lie
It was all a fucking lie!

A sugar coated mess

And if we have to go out, we might as well go out in style.

Bullets beating against this coffin
With the sound of heavy machinery above.

The sky is black
And we're all going down!

bass drum simulating pounding heart beat)

Boom Boom! (x4)

Hear it Beating
feel it on your skin

now (Boom Boom! x2)

Turn on
Tune in
Drop out
Switch on
Switch off
Lights out

Steady pulse
Flatlined.

I hope you've got your pallbearers.
We're in for a White Funeral.