Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss
Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss

With each new day leading to more devastation
Waiting for the call "I'm sorry, he's gone"
All that seems to be is suffering
Weeping, frustration, maybe denial
Shopping for caskets
Shopping for caskets

Void of real life when you're losing another's

Bow your head and clear your thoughts
This will be a funeral march
Void of real life when losing another's
Bow your head and clear your thoughts
This will be a funeral march
Void of real life when losing another's

Victim to a heinous crime
Why him?
Torture and bloodshed
Why him?
Why him?

People are sick and that won't change
Revolting actions lead to this pain
But to overcome a pain so fierce?

How does one continue on in life?
One just does, simply does
Nothing can pay back the price of a life
The price of a life

This is a black funeral march
This is not the end