Welcome to the funeral service
Of a living boy whose soul is dead
He once had a loving family
But all that love was gone by two-thousand and eighteen
He was doomed in that house, he was doomed from the start
And the holes in the wall matched the holes in his heart
He stood on the side while they tore themselves apart
He took after his brother, turned his pain into art
But its not fair
It's not even right
When a nightmare
Is better than real life
Welcome to the funeral service
Of a living boy whose soul is dead
He once had a loving family
But is all that true, did he really?
There was never a time when his family was fine
There was anger and drinking and pain the whole time
When you really look at the entire decline
It all stems from a choice made in two-thousand nine
But it's not fair
It's not even right
When a nightmare
Is better than real life
Welcome to the funeral service
Of a living boy whose soul is dead
He once had a loving girlfriend
But she cut him off and made it end
And he never found real love that wasn't senseless
He got a broken heart, was left defenseless
He'd want to try again, but his heart is strengthless
Seventeen years old, never had his first kiss
But it's not fair
It's not even right
When a nightmare
Is better than real life
Can it be that it was all
Wrong from the start?
Can a pain that's worse than death
Be turned into art?
Oh, it tears people apart
Welcome to the funeral service
Of a living boy whose soul is dead
He once had a life like anyone else
But these traumatic memories plagued his head