Broken Foundation

Funeral for a Friend

Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze 
Of broken dreams and broken promises 
Scared of making a fucking difference 
Could you answer me, and tell me the truth 

Leaving this place so empty handed 
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth 
Leaving this place so empty handed 
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth 
Until it falls apart 

Broken foundation, buried underneath 
And a smile to make the emptiness complete 
Puncture my ribs, like something more 
With beaten bruised and drunken heart 

Waking up at three am, waking up at three am 
Waking up to nothing 

Leaving this place so empty handed 
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth 
Leaving this place so empty handed 
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth 
Until it falls apart 

Broken foundation, buried underneath 
And a smile to make the emptiness complete 
Puncture my ribs, like something more 
With beaten bruised and drunken heart 

Coins across the floor, seasons burden me 
And make the emptiness complete 

Broken foundation, buried underneath 
And a smile to make the emptiness complete 
Puncture my ribs, like something more 
With beaten bruised and drunken heart 

Broken foundation 
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart 
Broken foundation 
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart