Not My Funeral - Children Of Bodom

Let me get this one flat out straight

Illuminate please, it’s not too late

Since when did you become a god?

You might be right, I’ve been tattered and torn

Self destructing since I was born

So what’s that got to do with you?

Close yet far, I’ve gone now

Safe and sound, I don’t know how

Knuckled under, never giving up

So much fun when you can tell me I’m done

Such a sweet unchaining sound

Whisper me softly that I’m gonna die young

Before you do, take a look in the ground

It’s not my funeral

Go!

If you rip my life apart in no time

I’ll put it back together in 2.5

How’s that for punctuality?

So you wanna fuck me over?

and I know that you do

Better be aware I’m gonna fuck you too

But you should by now be schooled

In that very piece of my mind’s obscurity