Song Lyrics

The funeral procession passed by here today. Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake. But I feel like I knew his pain a mechanical failure while enduring the norm.
Some of us fracture, others simply deform and lose their elasticity, never to return to the shape they were.
I wonder which is worse? I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity, resigned to the truth that I will not live to see the dawn of a better day that might wash away the sadness of this age. I try to keep the voices love to remind me of my futility. Sitting on my hands hoping anyone else than me will do what should be done, it's hard to not succumb as they call my name. You gotta keep on truckin' anyways.

Propagandhi

The duration of The Funeral Procession is 4:14 minutes and seconds.