This song will become

the anthem of


your underground


You're two floors down

getting high in the back room


If I flooded out your house


do you think you'd make it out

or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?


And at your funeral


I will sing the requiem....




Throw that punch,


Swing to hit your target

It's a pointless game,


One better less played


Suicide,

To kiss your kids goodnight


Will you take from them


What they've taken from you!




^^^x2:


(If I flooded out your house

do you think you'd make it out


or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?)




And at your funeral


I will sing the requiem




I'd offer you my hand


it would hurt to much to watch you die


x2-(Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)

A comfort, for you tonight


Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)


A comfort, for you tonight




And then, and then theres this attitude that is..


the kind of feeling that you like, the way you feel about people.

What's wrong with the way I feel about people?


You've got to think up to reality.

You've got to be honest with the way you feel about things.


I'm talking about feelings, not thinking,

NOT logic, but emotions.




Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)|| And at your funeral

A comfort, for you tonight || I will sing the requim


Just like your unbroken records (you're broken)|| I'd offer you my hand

A comfort, for you tonight || |it would hurt too much to watch you die




The same old songs

The same old songs

The same old songs


The same old songs

The same old songs.