Lurch

[00:23.64]The flowers all shriveled and died
[00:30.16]Nothing survives
[00:34.84]Near the cages where they fail to keep the animals alive
[00:42.39]The view of a grand graveside
[00:46.64]Where martyrs reside
[00:49.22]The fallen figures of a dream that we can't revive
[00:55.88]Revive
[01:01.82]
[01:01.62]We are tourists
[01:05.56]Simply tourists
[01:09.27]Watching the funeral of life
[01:15.33]
[01:18.70]At last, the last disciples burn
[01:24.92]Eight billion parasitic worms
[01:31.29]An ocean swallowing the shore
[01:37.51]Pain now and pain forevermore
[01:43.53]
[01:49.79]Behind the walls, we speak with candors of rats
[01:55.07]A hidden instinct to self-preserve, ignore the pack
[01:59.25]As fear transcends the greater good
[02:01.76]Desire in control
[02:03.96]The sentence of the skin
[02:05.46]To walk amongst the beasts below
[02:08.70]
[02:08.10]And we are tourists
[02:11.98]Watching the funeral of life
[02:17.15]We are tourists
[02:20.56]Watching the funeral of life
[02:25.90]
[02:25.90]At last, the last disciples burn
[02:32.10]Eight billion parasitic worms
[02:38.47]An ocean swallowing the shore
[02:44.70]Pain now and pain forevermore
[02:50.59]
[02:49.85]Undeserving of the petty possessions
[02:53.81]A shelf of bones, your trophies bought in blood
[02:57.97]Absent at birth, an unimmaculate conception
[03:02.14]Return to dirt, allow the gardens to flood
[03:07.33]
[03:06.91]And we are tourists
[03:10.79]Watching the funeral of life
[03:15.93]We are tourists
[03:19.31]Watching the funeral of life
[03:27.51]
[03:32.13]The view of a grand graveside
[03:36.87]There'll be no flowers when we die
[03:43.25]
[03:43.50]We lurch
[03:46.68]Into our hearse
[03:48.79]Eight billion parasitic worms
[03:54.35]Return to the dirt
[04:00.19]We lurch
[04:03.57]Into our hearse
[04:05.62]Eight billion parasitic worms
[04:11.15]Return to the dirt
[04:13.76]
[04:15.87]There'll be no flowers when we die
[04:24.29]There'll be no flowers when we die
[04:29.68]We lurch
[04:32.68]There'll be no flowers when we die
[04:37.16]Into our hearse
[04:41.03]There'll be no flowers when we die
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