We saying RIP to everyone we know
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow
And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?

This is the valley where animals live
Stress is like wind to a man on a bridge
Stand on the edge with the city below
Below the city it's 60 below
Is he alone? Is he a shadow?
And will she be home in her moment of battle?
He's ROAMING, a vandal
No roman candles lit on the night that he died
Maybe it I, should've been there in his place
Scared as I stare in the face of his mother
In case I discover the fear in the fate
My brother, I send another prayer into space
Rest in peace to prince and thief too
Can we speak to ghosts?

We saying RIP to everyone we know
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow
And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?

Cold is the hand on the Angel of Death
Drawing you to its embrace from a caress
Receding to strangle your neck pulling into and from grace
This is your fate - stare in the eyes of your sin
Every morning before you begin
Who are your family? Who are your friends?
Lost in [bad word] of needles and pins
You was itching to fix in the kitchen
He made his decision, he wanted to scratch
Chasing the dragon but facing the dragon
Is not really something he wanted to catch
But he finally did! I wonder, did he try to repent
As life slipped from his eyes scratching

We saying RIP to everyone we know
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow
And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?

We still love you.
We will miss you.
We still love you.
Is it blissful?
We still love you.
We will miss you.
We still love you.
Is it bliss?

My brother, I call to your spirit, answer, I know, you can hear it
I canjure your soul with these lyrics manifest some kind of appearance
Scare us I don't even care it's better than just wondering
Where it was thar you were carried
I helped carry you physically to be buried
But the rest? Every individual varies

We saying RIP to everyone we know
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow
And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?