Funeral for a Friend
Aftertaste
This is the everlasting, so long from every head
For you to always hunt me down again
A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds
Breaking the pieces on my shelf again
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come
Screaming at the top of your lungs
You are the one I'm taking, the new young residents
Inside the center of our universe
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
For the end, cut me dead
For the end, cut me dead
Cut me dead
This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come
Screaming at the top of your lungs
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end
And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door
Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come