Faith Like Suicide

This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt

covers your fucking grave, The circle of black cloaks

all turn their backs, As the cherubs sing loud of your

funeral mass. This eulogy bares your name, And the

guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. This

eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will

cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me

and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the

hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when

she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like

suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your

pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,

That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of

dust will replace your pride. Lies the lies drag your

rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you

wore only weigh your body down, The rows of crosses

flash in the lightning light, As your screams echo your

last rights. This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt

like dirt will cover your fucking grave. This eulogy

bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will cover

your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me and

she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand

fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when she

turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like

suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your

pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,

That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of

dust will replace your pride. Face the razor, Face your

pride, It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide,

Face the razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part

of you, You're not trying to hide. Face your pride,

It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide. Face the

razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part of you,

You're not trying to hide. This eulogy bares your name,

And the guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave.

This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt

will cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned

to me and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And

the hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's

when she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths

like suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace

your pride. That's when she turned to me and she said,

That's why faiths like suicide. Lies the lies drag your

rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you

wore only weigh your body down. Lies the lies drag your

rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you

wore only weigh your body down.