Lyrics : Directional

Coming apart
They all know it's OK and I always throw a dart
No, I was just singing
Now go falling apart for the funeral
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Exit worth of it and fire up
The bullet bills, no one's lookin' over them
No one's lookin' over them

Existing from the directional
When will I (When will I)
We raise our guns
Now, cook the organ
I play 'em, the organ is comin' well
I play 'em, the organ is comin' well (The organ is comin' well)

No, don't play a joke on me
The funeral is what to say
Now get better at living, or get better at dying
You know how to exist