Capo at 4th
Even when the mourners gather round
The hard work belongs to you
Six good friends carry all that's left
There's no excuses to hold to
The choices are now thinner
And none are left for you
Be still, the game is over
And there are no final moves
Chorus:
It's no longer a matter of trust
there's nothing to confess
there's nothing to talk over
dying, is a lonely business
your job is well defined
it's as narrow as your box
you can't even change your mind
No all the doors are locked
It's the most primitive journey
Now your eyes are closed
The mortal coil is empty
It no longer serves as host
Chorus
Bridge:
there's one thing on which you can depend
.9
death will never be your friend
that hand can not comfort you
but in the end it will lose it's grip
Chorus x2
Outro: