Funeral Diner Fire Deth Lyrics

Fire Deth Lyrics

I've mastered the art of small talk the bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture
giving way to a colder stance a black lung full of feeling remember this he says
the machine gives no response I choke on the memories the garbage piles up the
machine feeds back he grins lightly and turns away another tree in the forest
dies I sleep well beneath my apathy