No Tickets to the Funeral - Redemption

Pile the bodies higher

Climb to the top so the world can see

The depth of your sympathy

Worn as it is upon your sleeve

Where’s the true compassion

In this vapid, sickly cult

Of worshipping celebrity?

Struck with my mortality

Dazed by the reality

Forced upon my eyes

Dying from the time we’re born

But few are prepared

To be told it’s time

Tell my friends I fought

Tell my friends I struggled

Tell my friends I gave it all I had

There won’t be any tickets to this funeral

(the curtain is falling)

There won’t be any story in the news (silenced)

No voyeurs masquerading as mourners

There won’t be any tickets left for you

A single one’s a tragedy

A million a statistic

And now it’s all come down to me