Crypt - I Don't Wanna lyrics

I don't wanna shop for no black slacks
I don't wanna shop for no dress shoes
I don't wanna shop for a black tie
I don't wanna shop for a black suit
I don't wanna hear a bunch of phone calls
I don't wanna hear a "I'm
Sorry for your loss"
I don't wanna see a bunch
Of people contactin' me
Actin' like they even cared at all
I don't wanna see a bunch of RIPs
Fillin' up another Facebook feed
I don't wanna another text from a fake
Friend saying that they're thinkin' of me
I don't want my name in no newspaper
I don't wanna meet another caretaker
I don't want another conversation with
Someone that's telling me
"God's plan is greater"
I don't want another 3 day event
I don't want no more sadness to pay din'


I don't want another body to identify
On the table that is stainless
I don't want another plot I have to pick
I don't want another hearse I have to rent
I don't want another verse
From the Bible that
The pastor keeps drillin' inside of my head
I don't want another visitation to attend
Waitin' for the service to begin
Knowin' half that audience is only
There to give a
Wreath and leave in a 3 day weekend
I don't wanna have to have another flower
Pinned to my chest for the moment
Knowin' that I have to place it
On the blanket of the
Casket as we take it to the grave to lower
I don't wanna be another pallbearer
I don't wanna see my father fall in tears
I don't wanna smell the fragrance
Of the flowers at
The funeral home as I bow and pray
I don't want another front row seat
I don't wanna hear another eulogy
I don't wanna listen to the
Pastor tell me stories
Of the person right in front of me
I don't wanna touch another cold hand
I don't wanna say that I don't understand
I don't wanna hear that that's
The shell of a
Person that I once loved on a casket stand
I don't wanna see a bunch of old pictures
Reminiscin' on the top ten missin'
Lookin' around through these watery eyes for
Attention to stop them from drippin'
I don't wanna have to
Listen to another sermon
I can't pay attention 'cause
My heart is hurtin'
Knowin' that I'll never ever see them again
And this pain that I have is eternal
I don't wanna hear another organ play
Another sad song like "Amazing Grace"
Or "Go Rest High On That
Mountain" while I'm shoutin'
Askin' why He couldn't let 'em stay
I don't wanna lock arms
With my older brother
Standin' over atop a corpse
I don't wanna say no more last words
As they close the casket door
I don't wanna feel the dead
Weight in my hands as
We pick up the body on the count of three
Knowin' that the person that I loved my
Entire life is lyin' next to me
I don't wanna load another loved one up
I don't want another purple flag in my truck
I don't want another funeral procession
Drivin' through the town
Messin' traffic up
I don't wanna make another right turn
Goin' through the cemetery gates
Only seein' just a handful of my family
Members show up at the wake
I don't wanna have to pull
Another casket from the
Back of the hearse as
I'm fightin' back cryin'
And carry it right to the burial sight
And then sit at the side
While everyone is silent
And watch as they drop the
Casket in the ground
Slowly now to six feet down
And look around as we all cry and
We all say our final goodbyes
I don't wanna watch 'em pour the dirt on
I don't wanna accept that
They're really gone
I don't wanna forget that they ever existed
Actin' like my life will continue on
I don't wanna see the time go fast
And watch the straw on their
Graves grow into grass
Slowly thinkin' less and less
About them while
They lay alone under a stone plaque
I just sayin' that I need some answers
Somethin' that can make some sense of this
Somethin' that can put my mind at ease
Somethin' that gives me a reason to live
Until then, I'm just out here a ghost
Steady, lookin' for my faith
Forever searchin' for my soul
But I feel like I'm walkin' in place