Broken Foundation Funeral for a Friend

Waking up at 3 a.m., drowning in our hate
Our broken dreams and broken promises
Scared of making no fucking difference
Could you answer me and tell me the truth?
We tread this place so empty handed
Beat down with a bad taste in my mouth
We tread this place so empty handed
Beat down with a bad taste in my mouth
Broken foundation, buried underneath all the smiles
To make the emptiness complete
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling
Bruised and drunken heart
Waking up at 3 a.m., waking up at 3 a.m
Waking up to nothing
We tread this place so empty handed
Beat down with a bad taste in my mouth
We tread this place so empty handed
Beat down with a bad taste in my mouth
Broken foundation, buried underneath all the smiles
To make the emptiness complete
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling
Bruised and drunken heart
Coins across the floor, seasons burn in me
It made the emptiness complete
Broken foundation, buried underneath all the smiles
To make the emptiness complete
Poked in my ribs, I snapped them off with feeling
Bruised and drunken heart
Broken foundation
With feeling bruised and drunken heart
Broken foundation
With feeling bruised and drunken heart