Funeral

[Verse 1] Dropping roses for the ones that I love They either go down below or up above I’m tired of hearing funeral service music Death reports is gonna make me lose it Uh, so many wars, too many fights Sometimes I wonder if I take things to light This is outrageous, people are defenseless People die every minute every second Natural disasters, so devastating Cancerous cells, so infecting Hungry children, so saddening Sexual abuses, so scarring All these broken homes and broken hearts There doesn’t seem to be any hope to spark Why so much rain? Why so much pain? I hear all these tragedies and traumas everyday Ah! Aggravating me so much All these people having such bad luck Blue collar and while collar robberies Why does everyone have to be so greedy? Just look at this world it’s so messed up Homeless people and kids living in dumps Corruption in money, power, and fame All these things happening, who is to blame? This planet and these people are so wicked Wild beasts untamed in the thickets The devil is working by spreading lies People take it in and believe anything that flies I won’t deny that I’m plagued by views All these things people say got me lost and confused Bullies turning innocent children into killers Diseases all around being a major killer It seems as though death has also caught up to me Living life like a countdown, like a zombie No ray of light everything is so dark Arguments and no solutions where do we start? Guns ablaze and flags raised and waved If only the people that died could be raised There’s no way that this Earth can be a utopia Just look at all these messed up eras Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn Where are you God? Why let it burn? I hate it when somebody loses their life Especially when they didn’t believe in Christ Sometimes I wish that my belief wasn’t true That way I’ll know everyone is in heaven anew I’m so sorry for thinking about all these things Yeah, I just hate all these evil things I pray that there will be hope to this universe Sooner or later before it gets even worse The reaper, the cruel nature of death Losing the efforts and time that has been spent I don’t get it the good always dies Then the bad ones always gets to be alive The news reports and media keep saying All these different issues, it’s so traumatizing I’m sick of reading all these different cases Murder cases, rape cases, abduction cases Tears keep flowing, the cries cry out Everyone releasing emotions like let it all out I wonder when it’ll be the last time I see a casket Or hearing bout dead bodies in the attic The stone carved in letters, rest in peace But surely those words don’t bring us any peace We want a piece of the person who did this Then it turns into a paradox of fists and fits I wish I could see the day death has died No more black tuxedoes everything be alive