The Trophy Club - Funeral Lyrics

Land of America, Land of America
Hands up hysteria, Average American
Young and i'm stupid, Cocky not arrogant
Dirty Laundry you don't like that i'm airing it?
Move in silence on that threaten your parents shit
Moving islands yeah i'm Lost but apparently
Pilot pitched the plane, Ill crash to insanity
Pontius Pilate like I practice my vanity
Start a riot losing my sanity, Im a Lion
Jungle its damaging, Look to the system
I might start dismantling
Look to the kids and pray one day they'll handle things
Someday Ill handle things, One day Ill be okay
I never live comfortably, I hope that you'll be okay

Welcome to my Funeral
My skin'll melt I might decay
Welcome to the other-side
These angel wings won't go away
Welcome to my darkest thoughts
These chains just seem to change my brain
Welcome to this Hell enjoy yourself
Its filled with lots of pain
You don't understand, No you don't understand me
I can't even stand, No I can't even stand me

Death is immortal, That shit never happened
Or maybe it did? And we stuck and its tragic
Taking a piss and i'm drunk and i'm laughing
Looking around like damn what is my status?
Am I alone? Or a wolf in pack?
Where is my home? I don't know just a Vaga
Sleep on the plane and the pilot is napping
Crashing feel like i'm crashing
Canny the feeling allow the abstraction
Parachute stuck and the seconds are passing
Counting the moments the tunnel collapsing
Flashing, The lights they flashing
Look at my life I got God and my passion
Vices they tighten the Titans are Clashing
Demons are screaming inviting like savage
Feening and bleeding through flames and the ashes
Struggling breathing the oxygen lacking
All of the people I only imagine
Muscles they tighten, Conscious contraction
Then the drugs hit, Body relaxes
Feel like its magic, It is not magic
Brain has been wired, Create a distraction
Great the pain greater reaction
Spending yo life divided by fraction
Father son and the spirit galactic
Into eternity soul is just passive
And then its past like an Hour Glass

Welcome to my Funeral
My skin'll melt I might decay
Welcome to the other-side
These angel wings won't go away
Welcome to my darkest thoughts
These chains just seem to change my brain
Welcome to this Hell enjoy yourself
Its filled with lots of pain
You don't understand, No you don't understand me
I can't even stand, No I can't even stand me

Round of applause in da bleachers
Round of applause for my sneakers
Outlined in chalk I don't need ya
Co sign a deal with no features
I opened the seals with my fingers
Peel back the doors and the ceiling
Hands On The Wheel while im feening
F*ck yo emotions yo feelings
Thoughts and domineer jump off the edge its appealing
Someday I hope that I see ya
Wade at my Funeral, Smoke with the preacher
Wake like i'm sleep with the singers
Wait for my place as the leader
Wait for the day that I lead ya
Dead in a box nice to meet ya
Dead in a box nice to meet ya
Fly as f*ck rocking Adidas
Under god pledging allegiance
Under god fighting these demons
Under god fighting these demons

Welcome to my Funeral
My skin'll melt I might decay
Welcome to the other-side
These angel wings won't go away
Welcome to my darkest thoughts
These chains just seem to change my brain
Welcome to this Hell enjoy yourself
Its filled with lots of pain
You don't understand, No you don't understand me
I can't even stand, No I can't even stand me