Hell below

Glorious day for a funeral

All dressed up in a box we goGlorious day for a funeral

All dressed up in a box we go

All of my life hanging on the ledge

Bout to fall off take a really big breath

Exhale let it consume all of me

Let go as the free fall swallows me

Gonna make an impact Imprint

Make the cements hue look different

In an instant turns maroon

Next level street art painted with doom

Presumed I go through with it

Sick of the all the shit that spews from lips

In a pit filled up wit lunatics

On ego trips

Superman ain′t really saving shit even if he could

Sip that kool aid sure tastes good

Fuck it all as I dive head first

Give the onlookers free tie dye shirts

See my head burst like a Gallagher show

Insides cover the entire front row

Let the brains blow like it's Ruck and rock

Take flight like a hawk Become the sidewalk

Death just a leap away

But not easy

Fear of heights kicking in I′m gettin queezy

What if no one sees and it all gets missed

Fuck this I'm getting down and slitting my own wrists

Heaven above

Hell below

Glorious day for a funeral

Carried by six to an open hole

All dressed up in a box we go

Heaven above

Hell below

Glorious day for a funeral

Carried by six to an open hole

All dressed up in a box we go

Just woke up it's so dark

I feel mad sick can′t see shit

Chest hurts reach in my shirt

It smells like dirt and I can′t quite grip

Why there's stitches on skin like railroad tracks

Thorax down to the groin

All so quiet

Eerily silent

Up until the point when I hear slight noise

Now there′s movement above voices are muffled

Crying and sobbing stopping at nothing

My scratching and clawing

My eyes are adjusting

I notice a drawing

It seems to be something

I drew for my family before all the sickness

Finally realize there's no way to fix this

Vision is different it isn′t a nightmare

I'm shouting they′re right there

Just 6 feet above me

Comfortably numb I was so dumb

You loved me

Now I ain't nothing but flesh

What I wouldn't give for one last dance

And to twirl my wife in a dress

I get depressed thinking about shit like this

In a nutshell ending my life is my hell

Selling my soul when they put me in the hole

And the ground′s so hot that ice melts

Heaven above

Hell below

Glorious day for a funeral

Carried by six to an open hole

All dressed up in a box we go

Heaven above

Hell below

Glorious day for a funeral

Carried by six to an open hole

All dressed up in a box we go