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  • We keep on burying our dead
    We keep on planting their bones in the ground
    But they won't grow
    The sun doesn't help
    The rain doesn't help

    If my garden would have a fence
    Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
    And sit on the grass
    And eat all the flowers
    And ****

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling down
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Man, I have a terrible feeling
    That something's gone awful, very wrong with the world
    Is it something we made?
    Is it something we ate?
    Is it something we drank?

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling
    From the dust of earth returning
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Lacrimosa
    Lacrimosa

    We keep on burying our dead
    We keep on planting their bones in the ground
    But they won't grow
    The sun doesn't help
    And all we've got
    Is a giant crop
    Of names
    And dates

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling
    Down on this day of tears and mourning
    From the dust of earth returning
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare,
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Lacrimosa
    Lacrimosa

    Lacrimosa dies illa,
    qua resurget ex favilla
    judicandus homo reus.
    Huic ergo parce, Deus
  • We keep on burying our dead
    We keep on planting their bones in the ground
    But they won't grow
    The sun doesn't help
    The rain doesn't help

    If my garden would have a fence
    Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
    And sit on the grass
    And eat all the flowers
    And ****

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling down
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Man, I have a terrible feeling
    That something's gone awful, very wrong with the world
    Is it something we made?
    Is it something we ate?
    Is it something we drank?

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling
    From the dust of earth returning
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Lacrimosa
    Lacrimosa

    We keep on burying our dead
    We keep on planting their bones in the ground
    But they won't grow
    The sun doesn't help
    And all we've got
    Is a giant crop
    Of names
    And dates

    Hi, I'm Icarus
    I'm falling
    Down on this day of tears and mourning
    From the dust of earth returning
    Man for judgment must prepare me
    Spare,
    Oh God, in mercy
    Spare me

    Lacrimosa
    Lacrimosa

    Lacrimosa dies illa,
    qua resurget ex favilla
    judicandus homo reus.
    Huic ergo parce, Deus