Interpret:

Funeral For A Friend

Album:

Welcome Home Armageddon

Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze
Of broken dreams and broken promises.
Scared of making a fucking difference,
Could you answer me, and tell me the truth.


Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Until it falls apart.


Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more 
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.


Waking up at three am, waking up at three am,
waking up to nothing.


Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Leaving this place so empty handed,
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
Until it falls apart


Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more.
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.


Coins across the floor, seasons burden me
And make the emptiness complete.


Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart.


Broken foundation,
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.
Broken foundation,
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.