drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell   left behind, aint nothing left to sell   oh, aint nothing left to sell      the hatred of your blood   so tortured, so insane   dead ends, lost hope   keep running through your veins   oh, running through your veins      oh, So high, and then I fell   oh, Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell      The loss of one's self   Inside the wheel of doom   Genocide is coming way too soon.   oh, way too soon      The undying fear   the strength of one's demise   broke and strung out   you wave yourself goodbye   oh, goodbye      oh, So high, and then I fell   oh, Can't stop the ringing   oh, So high, and then I fell   oh, Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell