Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell
Left behind, ain't nothing left to sell
Oh, ain't nothing left to sell

The hatred of your blood
So tortured, so insane
Dead ends, lost hope
Keep running through your veins
Oh, running through your veins

Oh
So high, and then I fell
Oh
Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell

The loss of one's self
Inside the wheel of doom
Genocide is coming way too soon
Oh, way too soon

The undying fear
The strength of one's demise
Broke and strung out
You wave yourself goodbye
Oh, goodbye

Oh
So high, and then I fell
Oh
Can't stop the ringing
Oh
So high, and then I fell
Oh
Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell

Oh
So high, and then I fell
Oh
Can't stop the ringing
Oh
So high, and then I fell
Oh
Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell

Copyright: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Writer(s): ZACHARY P WYLDE