This song will become the anthem of your underground You're two floors down getting high in the back room If I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs? And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.... Throw that punch, Swing to hit your target It's a pointless game, One better less played Suicide, To kiss your kids goodnight Will you take from them What they've taken from you! ^^^x2: (If I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?) And at your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand it would hurt to much to watch you die x2-(Just like your unbroken records (you're broken) A comfort, for you tonight Just like your unbroken records (you're broken) A comfort, for you tonight And then, and then theres this attitude that is.. the kind of feeling that you like, the way you feel about people. What's wrong with the way I feel about people? You've got to think up to reality. You've got to be honest with the way you feel about things. I'm talking about feelings, not thinking, NOT logic, but emotions. Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)|| And at your funeral A comfort, for you tonight || I will sing the requim Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)|| I'd offer you my hand A comfort, for you tonight || |it would hurt too much to watch you die The same old songs The same old songs The same old songs The same old songs The same old songs.