Wraps And Arms (Gene Loves Jezebel)

This is a funeral for us all, emptiness There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness To clutch at the hands that feed Ooooh - let it bleed Yes, she kills with words Her looks alone won't sway Gives no love it's imaginary Always this way Onward with the same mistakes Savor the pain Hold me again, I won't delude you Am I wrong - am I wrong to say that I belong to you? Clutching at the hands that plead Let it be Concealed in wraps The odors appeal to me To touch, rejoice This is ecstacy Hold me again I won't delude you Am I wrong, am I wrong To say that I belong to you To you This is a funeral for broken down loneliness This is a funeral for us all this is emptiness This is emptiness, emptiness This is emptiness This is the funeral