UNDER THE BED — "Mosh to This at My Funeral" [OFFICIAL VIDEO] скачать в хорошем качестве

UNDER THE BED — "Mosh to This at My Funeral" [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

“CONTROLLED FILTH” EP OUT NOW! ⚗APPLE MUSIC: https://bit.ly/ControlledFilthAppleMusic ⚗SPOTIFY: https://bit.ly/ControlledFilthSpotify ⚗BANDCAMP: https://bit.ly/ControlledFilthBandcamp MUSIC/MERCH: http://underthebed.bandcamp.com/ UNDER THE BED "Mosh To This At My Funeral" (2014 / NON ALBUM VERSION) Track taken from the debut album "The Noble Art Of Denying Reality" (self-released, 2013) FACEBOOK:   / utb.underthebed   Armando Marchetti (lyrics, clean vocals, guitar, programming) Federico Morandi (bass guitar, backing vocals) Gianmarco Ricciarelli (drums) Joshua Pettinicchio (raw vocals, synth) Michele Bertocchini (guitar, backing vocals) song recorded, mixed and mastered by Michele Bertocchini music video shot and edited by Armando Marchetti co-creator: Federico Morandi a Jackolantern Independent video production:   / jackolantern.independent   LYRICS: Say what d'you want me to be, what do you want? Your friends should stop oppressing me How do you want me to be? You said that I was the only one able to calm you down, was I? I'm happy I had to let you go maybe I was too raw for you, I suppose now you should say what d'you want me to be, what d'you want me to be right in my face. What's the matter kid, does my black suit frighten you? Keep on playing on the sidewalk, guess I'll find you and your skateboard here when I'm back Tears paint your big eyes red as your scratched knees are Since I'm old I'm supposed to be wise, but sometimes I'm not that able at lying, I've never been Wait! Now I see why you liked when I squeezed your throat, got it. Man, I sure had a good life Hey, that's how we all want it to end, I died smiling Now I don't want to see any sad faces or tears, only alcohol must wet the ground, get stupid! No time for pity, go! This shit is getting cool. Dance with your pretty girlfriends, dance, dance First things first, think I've spat enough blood on you, I'm so glad I met you, but now tell me, why did you spoil everything like so? Just kiddin'! I don't care. I'm dead, you see me. Look at my suit, I'm right here. I know you used to be honest and shit with me: that's how I want you all to speak about me. Tell about when we got high together, say I'm an asshole, but don't you tell lies Frighten your kids, tell them I stroll by night on the roads if you want, that will do no harm, right? But don't say I was perfect, 'cause I want 'em to know sometimes it's okay to be wrong. You say I'm perfect for you but my mind is filled with stupid thoughts which I wish I could tell you I'm strong enough to get rid of. I said you're perfect, I did. Now you're not even worth my effort to scream these words again and again and again and again guess you'll have to mosh to this at my funeral mosh to this when I'm dead mosh to this or dance I didn't relive this misery the hair dryer hum is warming me I'm afraid I'll have to go now Now that I saw what should not be seen they can't let me go, they follow me something happened but I don't know what it is The thing I'm afraid of is losing you and never see you again can't let go of you, but I have to I see all the monsters I'll never have the chance to kiss your eyes I'm fucking killing myself for you for you Ready? Ready? Ready? Mosh to this at my funeral, go. There's no such thing as God, only you There's no such thing as God, only you And I hate you, I swear I hate you, I fucking hate you, I hate you all Say it, you gotta shout it: there's no one else but you listening to your feelings There's no such thing as God, only you There's no such thing as God, only me There's no such thing as God, only you There's no such thing as God, only me And I'm fucking glad. Dance on my coffin, headbang on my grave you could feel twice as better if you already are cause I'm not here anymore here anymore I swear I'm happy, please don't cry if you cared: step on my corpse, punch my body bag tell me what did I do wrong? And dance, dance, dance my friends make it up to me screaming at my name it hurts more without curses, remember? Hurts so much fucking more.