This song will become
The anthem of your underground
You're two floors down
Getting high in the back room

If I flooded out your house
Do you think you'd make it out
Or would you burn up before
The water filled your lungs

And at your funeral
I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
It would hurt too much
To watch you die

This song will become(Throw that punch)
The anthem of your underground(Swing to hit your target)
(It's a pointless game,)You're two floors down(One better less played,Suicide,To kiss your kids goodnight)
Getting high in the back room(Will you take from them,What they've taken from you!)

If I flooded out your house(Throw that punch)
Do you tihnk you'd make it out(Swing to hit your target)
(It's a pointless game,)Or would you burn up before(One better less played,Suicide,To kiss your kids goodnight)
The water filled your lungs(Will you take from them,What they've taken from you!)

And at your funeral
I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
It would hurt too much
To watch you die

Just like your unbroken records(At your funeral)
A comfort for you tonight(I will sing the requiem)

"And then this attitude business,
Or call it feeling if you like,
The way you feel about people.
What's wrong with the way I feel about you?
You've got to face up to reality!
You've got to be honest with yourself about the way you feel things ?? (Me?)
I'm talking about feeling not thinking.
Not logic, emotion!"

Just like your unbroken records(At your funeral)
A comfort for you tonight(I will sing the requiem)
Just like your unbroken records(I'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much)
A comfort for you tonight(To watch you die)

Save our souls, save our, save our souls
Save our souls 13x