Funeral - Intellectual

It's all too beautiful sometimes to stand

But other days, you feel the knives inside your chest

You ask the world, "Is this what happens out there?"

'Cause after all, the funeral's not theirs

As always, every thought will reinscribe itself

Always living by your words, but nothing's real to say

Praying for apocalypse to swallow you someday

Oh, no

Oh, yes

Oh, no

Oh, yes

Energetic education

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