BGM :: Funeral For A Friend - Serpents In Solitude [자동재생 / 가사] Question, nothing will come of it Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn Infecting visuals giving nothing in return Resolutions, they never come The words come out, like vipers tongues Diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn Infecting e..