C.E.O.T.7.K. - Funeral Advantage

Is it impossible to pretend you’re not alone?

Or is it harder because I don’t try?

Beside you, I’ve reduced to

An amputee, dead, always here but never again

I am at rest now trying desperately and still hoping to fit in

Bury me in earth’s hands

The birds told me something that I don’t understand

Nothing has changed, we’re still on track

This world gave me nothing, so I’ll give nothing back

Is it a problem to abstain from relief for so long?

You said I made you feel sick so I swallowed

Inside you, I felt used too

And if you see Dan tell him that I’m looking for him

He is a ghost now trying desperately and is longing to fit in

Bury me in earth’s hands

The birds told me something that I don’t understand

God please show me anything, ‘cause I’m your punching bag

This world gave me nothing, so I’ll give nothing back