Joy Songtext
von Funeral Attire

My conscience casts a shadow
In the corner of my mind
Return me to the earth and cut me open
Just to see my insides
I wish numb could describe
Every time I wished I could dissolve into your flesh
Without a sign


I′m accustomed to the feeling:
Any trace of joy escaping with the sound of your voice.
I wish I could erase
Every single thing:
Every cold embrace,
Every memory
Of the life you destroyed

This hollow lack of substance
On the tip of my tongue
Brings me close but out of focus to the ones
That I love
I have dreams where I am dying,
But I wake up untouched, with your voice in my ears
And your air in my lungs


I'm accustomed to the feeling:
Any trace of joy escaping with the sound of your voice.
I wish I could erase
Every single thing:
Every cold embrace,
Every memory
Of the life you destroyed