Текст песни
Buried him at sunrise
Didn"t bring no flowers
At the whole damn night
Counting up my hours
Discipline is the prayer
I whisper through my teeth
Focus is the blade
I keep beneath the sheath
No distractions
No soft little sin
Sacrifice the noise
Sacrifice the kid who
Mistook ache for joys
Had a funeral last Tuesday
Buried all that rust and walk away
No looking back
No sympathy
He dies in the dark or
He wins in the light
There"s no third door
There"s no other rite
Walk past the old block
They don"t see
Same shadow, but
They lost the key
It ain"t thunder
It ain"t the storm
It"s the funeral I threw
For the boy in the tomb
Had a funeral last Tuesday
Buried all that rust and walk away
No looking back
No sympathy
He dies in the dark or
He wins in the light
There"s no third door
There"s no other rite
Had a funeral last Tuesday
Buried all that rust and walk away
No looking back
No sympathy
He dies in the dark or
He wins in the light
There"s no third door
There"s no other rite
Start it all again
But this time — no static
Only the discipline
Wanna meet the better version?
Dig the grave with your own two hands
Salt it, seal it
Don"t look back
Otherwise, he rises through the cracks
Otherwise, he answers the phone
