Wrench - Funeral For A Friend

We look past the obvious

We blind ourselves to the truth

No escape, resistance is futile

The old roads lead back home

A place where I belong

I lay my head where I lay my head

(Affection, redemption)

A clenched fist screaming

There’s pain and then there’s living

Both makes sense to those who’re willing

And there’s nothing left to say

We carry on, we carry

(Sacrifice, every single day)

To make amends for the debt we pay

(This way)

An instrument of constant struggle

There’s nothing left to regret

(A promise is a promise kept)

Whether history will forget

(To open up with friendly arms)

This wrench screaming

There’s pain and then there’s living

Both makes sense to those who’re willing

And there’s nothing left to say

We carry on, we carry on

We carry on, we carry

We struggle every single day

Never giving up or giving in

No single sense of self-respect

We turn around and walk away

No sense of community

We fear each and everyday

Behind closed doors and closed minds

We shelter away from our lives

There’s pain and then there’s living

Both makes sense to those who’re willing

And there’s nothing left to say

We carry on, we carry on

We carry on, we carry on