Testo Funerals

Cant get my head above the ground
cant take the heat
cant move on
i lose my thoughts within the sound
its grabs my heart and pulls me down

i feel as buried as any of them
another version of the faces i know another pound for the weight i tow

another burial (for) a piece of me
another vision that id rather not see
another knife into the heart of me
another funeral is killing

You go on without me but im dragged along
another mark to remind me,how far ive fallen