for the parasites in every organisation who come up with self-perpetuating crap... to be sung at their funeral, dripping with sarcasm
Eulogy - ToolHe had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him
So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him
No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.
But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and i
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.
Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fu
ckin lie.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fu
ckin lie.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?
You had a lot to say.
You had a lot of nothing to say.
Come down.
Get off your fu
ckin cross.
We need the fu
ckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...