Funeral Electric

Have you ever thought
That maybe you're not special?
That maybe it's okay
To tell the god damn truth?

That maybe all the words you speak will leave you burnt like a demon who owns you?
Maybe credit's earned, not stolen, have you learned that whoring out
Your tongue will leave you standing still while we move?

While we move on
You're a rat in a world where we are the fist of god

Ya tried takin what didn't belong to you
Now we'll play a song to get fucked to
Don't kid yourself we all see the truth
Ya dont sleep at night. Ya can't do what we do

So here we are
In a place we shouldn't be
You brought us here to a place where peace will sleep
Where words will lay sting and knuckles are bound to bleed
In a time of war, we learn to feed

And in a time we knew we needed hope instead of greed
You waited through the hunt, instead, you bit the hand that feeds
And it just happens to be, your new worst enemy
Will never sleep until you, mother fucker, cease the greed

So we'll move on
So we'll move on
Irrelevance never looked so fine
So we'll move on