Peacock to a funeral, the day after Lyrics

Peacock to a funeral, the day after

I took a scale, then I took my mistakes

I took what you could've done and now is perfectly balanced

The drops that once allowed the tree to grow up

Now are harmful for the paper that was born from it

Brought some sunflowers to your grave so they'll

Guard you from the eye of the Sun, my life

Is nothing but a countdown of people that become my

Enemies, with no exceptions made

If laws did not exist would criminal still be a word?

I just know that if laws did not exist we could still see

And tell who's helping us and who's there so to kill us I'm

Not trying to justify, I'm just saying what we both could

Have made less of doing, see, everytime the

Owner walks around the house strange things do

Stand out from usual ones, I hate so much

Questions that are asked but that not completed

Obsession and dictatorship differentiate for the aim but

What I want can't be reached any

More so I'm both fair and unfair

I wish I had named the mountain

That is crumbling after you

Would you believe the new me is the

Hidden you you're afraid to show?

Alarms have taught me that

The gentlest touch gets through

Your ears and fills your head

With so much noise you can't hear the rest

I'm freein my tail

On your coffin

'Cause now that you're gone

I got the whole space for it

The more I'm tired

The more I talk alone

There's no one to keep me awaken

Latley I'm looking for an answer

Is it the worst that comes to us

Or is it us that go towards that way?

Boxes are pits for memories

I'm hunting for what's bad for me

'Cause standing would make it bigger

Sun disappears because Earth decides to turn its

Back to it, since stars seem more numerous, if you fail

At something you try again but if you fail a person

Shame stops your hand, I dropped this schorching item, my palm

Burnt down, it fell and melted the ground that kept me standing

Sorrow leftovers illude there's still something I could try

Animals got collars so they won't touch their wounds

Psychologists hope they won't have to use this therapy

The worst suspect is feeling straight deep in yourself

Those you trust the most lie without hesistating

Push yourself over your limits and you'll give birth to an

Adult fetus, hanging out to take a quick walk is

Dissonant if there's no one but roads waiting for you

I built pilles of hopes and now if I take one off all falls

The great disappointement

You can't choose your name

Nothing against parents

I'm against the anatomy

I'm freein my tail

On your coffin

'Cause now that you're gone

I got the whole space for it

The more I'm tired

The more I talk alone

There's no one to keep me awaken

Latley I'm looking for an answer

Is it the worst that comes to us

Or is it us that go towards that way?

Boxes are pits for memories

I'm hunting for what's bad for me

'Cause standing would make it bigger