This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt 
covers your fucking grave, The circle of black cloaks 
all turn their backs, As the cherubs sing loud of your 
funeral mass. This eulogy bares your name, And the 
guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. This 
eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will 
cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me 
and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the 
hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when 
she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like 
suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your 
pride. That's when she turned to me and she said, 
That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of 
dust will replace your pride. Lies the lies drag your 
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you 
wore only weigh your body down, The rows of crosses 
flash in the lightning light, As your screams echo your 
last rights. This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt 
like dirt will cover your fucking grave. This eulogy 
bares your name, And the guilt like dirt will cover 
your fucking grave. That's when she turned to me and 
she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand 
fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's when she 
turned to me and she said, That's why faiths like 
suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace your 
pride. That's when she turned to me and she said, 
That's why faiths like suicide, And the hand fulls of 
dust will replace your pride. Face the razor, Face your 
pride, It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide, 
Face the razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part 
of you, You're not trying to hide. Face your pride, 
It's the faith in you that cuts like suicide. Face the 
razor, Face your pride, It kills the only part of you, 
You're not trying to hide. This eulogy bares your name, 
And the guilt like dirt will cover your fucking grave. 
This eulogy bares your name, And the guilt like dirt 
will cover your fucking grave. That's when she turned 
to me and she said, That's why faiths like suicide, And 
the hand fulls of dust will replace your pride. That's 
when she turned to me and she said, That's why faiths 
like suicide, And the hand fulls of dust will replace 
your pride. That's when she turned to me and she said, 
That's why faiths like suicide. Lies the lies drag your 
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you 
wore only weigh your body down. Lies the lies drag your 
rotting corpse across the ground, And the masks you 
wore only weigh your body down.