Funeral Diner

Welcome home, this is the last stop before a bunk bed enclosed in grey the last great facade.
Welcome home again.
In a scheme to point the finger.
Heres my trust, keep it well.
Paper clipped to a forgery is where youll find it.
Welcome home again.
Speak in lost words, just say something.
Tell me anything.
Point that finger so twisted like mine.
As if words could change the discarded time and let me feel.
Its so hard to be the judge, save yourself, surely I cant.
[ City Of Webs Lyrics ]