Funeral Hymn for the Living by Obituary Pending
Funeral Hymn for the Living
Intro
Bell tolls beneath a bloodless sky,
Ash drifts down like whispered lies.
Graves breathe steam, the earth still warm,
We march inside the coming storm.
Verse 1
Candles flicker in vacant eyes,
Saints made of rust, prophets of wires.
We built our thrones from broken bone,
Now pray to gods we overthrew.
Tongues of iron preach the end,
Every promise bends again.
Heaven sold by measured gram,
Hell’s a home we understand.
Pre-Chorus
Kneel to the noise, confess to the void,
Swallow the oath we once destroyed.
Names erased, but the sin remains—
Etched in the marrow, branded in flame.
Chorus
This is a funeral hymn for the living,
Sing it loud so the dead can hear.
We bury hope while still breathing,
Dressed in fear, baptized in tears.
Raise the choir of broken throats,
Let the anthem cut like knives—
Ring the bells for borrowed time,
This is a funeral hymn for the living alive.
Verse 2
Cathedrals built from screens and glare,
We kneel in rows to vacant prayers.
Hands are clean, the soul’s a mess,
We bless the wound, ignore the flesh.
History chews its rusted chain,
Spits out kings with different names.
March in circles, call it fate,
Paint the bars, forget the gate.
Pre-Chorus 2
Promises rot beneath our tongues,
We hum the tune till the war is won.
Truth in pieces, sold as whole—
A crown of thorns for the common soul.
Chorus
This is a funeral hymn for the living,
Sing it loud so the dead can hear.
We bury hope while still breathing,
Dressed in fear, baptized in tears.
Raise the choir of broken throats,
Let the anthem cut like knives—
Ring the bells for borrowed time,
This is a funeral hymn for the living alive.
Bridge (Clean → Heavy)
If mercy’s real, it missed our street,
If faith is fire, it burns our feet.
We learned to love the taste of ash,
Call it peace when the mirrors crack.
No absolution—only scars,
No redemption—just the bars.
We carved our names in falling stone,
Then begged the dark to call it home.
Breakdown
Hammer the pulse—
Crush the doubt—
Count the hearts
We sold for clout.
Step by step
Into the pyre,
Choirs scream
Through coils of wire.
Verse 3
Children learn the anthem first,
Lullabies of thirst and curse.
Flags unfurl like open veins,
Patriot blood in the pouring rain.
We swear allegiance to the scream,
To the myth that keeps us clean.
If this is progress, mark the grave,
Write “We tried” in shallow clay.
Pre-Chorus 3
Hear the dirt fall, slow and sure,
Every shovel sings the cure.
Truth’s too sharp, so we dull the edge,
Kiss the blade, deny the wedge.
Chorus (Final)
This is a funeral hymn for the living,
Sing it loud so the dead can hear.
We bury hope while still breathing,
Dressed in fear, baptized in tears.
Raise the choir of broken throats,
Let the anthem cut like knives—
Ring the bells for borrowed time,
This is a funeral hymn for the living alive.
Outro
Lower the casket—mirror-faced,
Every soul in common place.
When silence falls, remember this:
We sang our end with clenched fists.