Wraps And Arms

This is a funeral for us all, emptiness
 There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness
 To clutch at the hands that feed
 Ooooh - let it bleed
 Yes, she kills with words
 Her looks alone won't sway
 Gives no love it's imaginary
 Always this way
 Onward with the same mistakes
 Savor the pain
 Hold me again, I won't delude you
 Am I wrong - am I wrong
 to say that I belong to you?
 Clutching at the hands that plead
 Let it be
 Concealed in wraps
 The odors appeal to me
 To touch, rejoice
 This is ecstacy
 Hold me again
 I won't delude you
 Am I wrong, am I wrong
 To say that I belong to you
 To you
 This is a funeral for broken down loneliness
 This is a funeral for us all this is emptiness
 This is emptiness, emptiness
 This is emptiness
 This is the funeral