Smiling At My Funeral

I caught you smiling at my funeral.
I saw you eating my disease.
I slipped the poison from my sleeves.
I stuck the needle in your arm.
I caused the bite that didn't bleed.
I watched you slipping into dreams.

I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To feel just like I could.
I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To kill you like I should.

You were always dancing around my headstone.
You were always singing miseries.
You tried to bury me alive.
You always sicken me with time.
You gave me all the bad medicine, I could ever need.
You drive the stake right through my feet.

I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To feel just like I could.
I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To kill you like I should.

I want to put you in the ground.
You always wear that whitened gown.
I suck the scab from which you seethe.
You got me gritting all my teeth.
I want to implode your heart of harm.
So you can stab me in the arm.

I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To feel just like I could.
I want it.
I need it.
I want it.
To kill you like I should.

I caught you smiling at my funeral.
I know you eat at my disease.
I want to dance around your headstone.
I want to sing you miseries.
I want to put you in the ground.
I'll suck the scab from which you seethe.


I caught you,
I caught you,
I caught you smiling at my funeral...