Coffin Song (Struggle in Between)

We're singing about how we all died While handing out bouquets Cherish the moment your blood runs dry But instead you're saving face Take me by the hand and out of my grave I miss the smell of dirty concrete Time is a coffin, you're being a slave You have to figure out what that means Or you'll struggle in between You're so alone, you're tears and bones Telling me what I was Burnt-out a little sprout Still hoping to get out of pause Take me by the hand and out of my grave I miss the smell of dirty concrete Tied to a coffin or being a slave You have to figure out what that Takes you where you want and where you belong And don't let spiders get in your house Your nails will bleed, your throat will scream You have to figure out what's your cause Or you'll struggle in between (Your nails will bleed, your throat will scream) (You have to figure out what's your cause) (Your nails will bleed, your throat will scream) (And don't let spiders get in your) Take me by the hand and out of my grave I miss the smell of dirty concrete Tied to a coffin or being a slave You have to figure out what that Takes you where you want and where you belong And don't let spiders get in your house Your nails will bleed, your throat will scream You have to figure out what's your cause Or you'll struggle in between