Final Burial

Gather round, it’s the funeral march…

Time to put this weak soul back in the dark.

FTB… yeah, finally the burial.

Read the eulogy with venom in my breath,

Every line’s a shovel, I’m digging up death.

No flowers, no prayers, no tears in the room,

Just silence and dirt as I seal your tomb.

FTB — finally the burial,

FTB — nothing left but memorial.

Lower that casket, chains on the ground,

FTB, bitch, you’re never coming back around.

I spit nails, hammer coffins with sound,

Every word a bullet that leaves you downed.

This ain’t grief, this is rage in disguise,

Your name on the stone, but I wrote your demise.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

FTB’s the code, betrayal to rust.

You hear the dirt hit, that final thud…

Now sleep forever in the mud.

FTB — finally the burial,

FTB — nothing left but memorial.

Lower that casket, chains on the ground,

FTB, bitch, you’re never coming back around.

And that’s it…

The grave is closed.

FTB.

Done.