Wraps And Arms

This is a funeral for us all, emptiness

There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness

To clutch at the hands that feed

Ooooh - let it bleed

Yes, she kills with words

Her looks alone won't sway

Gives no love it's imaginary

Always this way

Onward with the same mistakes

Savor the pain

Hold me again, I won't delude you

Am I wrong - am I wrong

to say that I belong to you?

Clutching at the hands that plead

Let it be

Concealed in wraps

The odors appeal to me

To touch, rejoice

This is ecstacy

Hold me again

I won't delude you

Am I wrong, am I wrong

To say that I belong to you

To you

This is a funeral for broken down loneliness

This is a funeral for us all this is emptiness

This is emptiness, emptiness

This is emptiness

This is the funeral