Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
All dressed up in a box we goGlorious day for a funeral
All dressed up in a box we go
All of my life hanging on the ledge
Bout to fall off take a really big breath
Exhale let it consume all of me
Let go as the free fall swallows me
Gonna make an impact Imprint
Make the cements hue look different
In an instant turns maroon
Next level street art painted with doom
Presumed I go through with it
Sick of the all the shit that spews from lips
In a pit filled up wit lunatics
On ego trips
Superman ain′t really saving shit even if he could
Sip that kool aid sure tastes good
Fuck it all as I dive head first
Give the onlookers free tie dye shirts
See my head burst like a Gallagher show
Insides cover the entire front row
Let the brains blow like it's Ruck and rock
Take flight like a hawk Become the sidewalk
Death just a leap away
But not easy
Fear of heights kicking in I′m gettin queezy
What if no one sees and it all gets missed
Fuck this I'm getting down and slitting my own wrists
Heaven above
Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
Carried by six to an open hole
All dressed up in a box we go
Heaven above
Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
Carried by six to an open hole
All dressed up in a box we go
Just woke up it's so dark
I feel mad sick can′t see shit
Chest hurts reach in my shirt
It smells like dirt and I can′t quite grip
Why there's stitches on skin like railroad tracks
Thorax down to the groin
All so quiet
Eerily silent
Up until the point when I hear slight noise
Now there′s movement above voices are muffled
Crying and sobbing stopping at nothing
My scratching and clawing
My eyes are adjusting
I notice a drawing
It seems to be something
I drew for my family before all the sickness
Finally realize there's no way to fix this
Vision is different it isn′t a nightmare
I'm shouting they′re right there
Just 6 feet above me
Comfortably numb I was so dumb
You loved me
Now I ain't nothing but flesh
What I wouldn't give for one last dance
And to twirl my wife in a dress
I get depressed thinking about shit like this
In a nutshell ending my life is my hell
Selling my soul when they put me in the hole
And the ground′s so hot that ice melts
Heaven above
Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
Carried by six to an open hole
All dressed up in a box we go
Heaven above
Hell below
Glorious day for a funeral
Carried by six to an open hole
All dressed up in a box we go
