Put your hands into the water let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now let them sing until you die Die, die, die, yeah!
Radical, rather than rhetorical babble like an oracle Why am I always in your debt?
Father and the son and the holy ghost communist comatose Show me all the wagers are a bet
The middle of a nuclear winter is a modern Achievement of the retro apocalyptic horde Satan, you must be mistaken there are no more satans Only the bosses on the board
Forget deny ignore nice try it's you Regret rely remorse inside of you
Maybe you've been down too long…
The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening only when you've had enough Time to sing this dying song alone
Put your hands into the water let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now let them sing until you die Die, die, die, yeah!
Maybe you've been down too long…
Think hard you bastards you're gonna tell me why If I don't get an answer you're gonna sing and die
Think hard you bastards you're gonna tell me why If I don't get an answer you're gonna sing and die
The heart begins to suffer when the soul has given up And the flesh is barely more than bone When no one else is listening only when you've had enough Time to sing this dying song alone
Put your hands into the water let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now let them sing until you die
Put your hands into the water let your mouth go sick and dry Put your life into your death now let them sing until you die
Compositores: Alessandro Giovanni Venturella (ASCAP), Corey Taylor (ASCAP), James Donald Root (ASCAP), Michael Pfaff (ASCAP), Michael Shawn Crahan (ASCAP)Editor: Music That Music (ASCAP)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLC, Sony-ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #37157092 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM