Funeral for a Friend Follow

Is a lie just the truth

uncovered and relinquished

a passion for all young fools

Is a lie more than truth

a question left unanswered

to feed the failure of our choices

When in my hand our blood recovered

When for our faith we're undeserved

When in my hand our blood recovered

When in your faith completely

Do we wait all this time

and follow blindly hating,

killing all that we survey

Must we hate all this time

and let our anger lead us,

lead us to our bitter end

When in my hand our blood recovered

When for our faith we're undeserved

When in my hand our blood recovered

When in your faith completely

You're wasting our time

(turn the lights out when you leave)x 6

When everything's said and done

We're dead or buried

And will this never end,

I'm tired of all this walking

And if this never ends,

I'll walk until my feet are bleeding

Until my feet are bleeding

Until my feet are