Funeral For Yesterday - Kittie

You're growing cold The end is near 
I know it's sad Its true my dear 
What's one more blow to seal this fate 
And what's one more nail 
It's getting late 
So check our pulse 
Keep our hearts from breaking 
Beating still six feet deep 
A funeral for all the love we've lost 
We'll bury yesterday T
hings I've never said before 
Always six feet deep B
uried alive I soon grow weak 
One last embrace 
Then never speak 
Death warrant signed 
Lying in state 
This coffin is lined 
It's never too late to check our pulse 
Ooh You're growing cold Ooh you're growing cold