I think you want the world to end; it’s all that you live for
Relying on false predictions, the future is late
Inflated egos burn hot with a magnetic pulse
Living with this deathbed curse, there is hope for survival
Call on the gods of rapture, tell them they are late
I was told that tomorrow would never come
This is the last day that you will collect our funds

Can’t stop the funeral dirge
Can’t stop this deathbed curse
Can’t stop the funeral dirge

The song of death that never ends
Apocalyptic march for death
We are one in this funeral choir
Sing the tune of the funeral song
A song of death that that never ends