Your Funeral
Go!
I'm sick, I'm sick of you
And everyone else around me
Stop doubting all the things I do
Erase everything you know about me!
Erase everything you know about me!
Stop trying to get inside of me
Don't rely on the treatment to your disease
Go away, dig your grave
Your death will be just another party to me
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
Push away, pushed you away
Fed up with your shit
Nothing to say, you did just say
You dug your grave, now lie in it
Push away, pushed you away
Fed up with your shit
Nothing to say, you did just say
You dug your grave, now lie in it
Your grave's been dug, now lie in it
Now, lie in it
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
Go
I'm fed up with your shit
I'm sick, I'm sick of you
And everyone else around me
Stop doubting all the things I do
Erase everything you know about me!
Erase everything you know about me!
Stop trying to get inside of me
Don't rely on the treatment to your disease
Go away, dig your grave
Your death will be just another party to me
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
Push away, pushed you away
Fed up with your shit
Nothing to say, you did just say
You dug your grave, now lie in it
Push away, pushed you away
Fed up with your shit
Nothing to say, you did just say
You dug your grave, now lie in it
Your grave's been dug, now lie in it
Now, lie in it
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
I'm sick of the phrase, in all the wrong places
Don't hang around
I need something else to sing about
Sick of the terms and conditions you go on about
You've stepped on my hair
You make me wanna scream out loud
Go
I'm fed up with your shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kalan Blehm, Dylan Richter, James Hocking
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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