Funeral Singer

When did I become a funeral singer?
I get hungover before I’ve begun
To drink down many concoctions
I used to savor them one by one

Black on gray, a uniform
I’ve worn for such occasions as this
When did I become a funeral singer?
I ask myself in distress

I’m stuck here on the other side
The dark side of it all
Fucked it up on the other side
No line between right and wrong

We’re always in mourning
For who we could have become
Oh rightеousness! Oh holiness!
Have you frozеn in the sun?

Have a seat at my table
I can’t promise you more than thoughts
When did I become a funeral singer?
I ask to no response

We’re stuck here on the other side
The dark side of it all
Fucked it up on the other side
No line between right and wrong

Would you rather drown or remain alive?
We will ask in broad daylight
Would you rather speak or hold your tongue
In blind faith that the good have won?

When did I become a funeral singer?
I get hungover before I’ve begun
Oh righteousness! Oh holiness!
Are you granting asylum?