Serpents in Solitude - Funeral For A Friend

Question, nothing will come of it Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit

Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn

Infecting visuals giving nothing in return

Resolutions, they never come

The words come out, like vipers tongues

Diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn

Infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damned song

I have blood on the brain

I see red like a snake

Clearing way for the armies of out demise

If you want to believe in, believe in something

No holy ghost will change your mind