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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 shit

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...

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...
[by the time I made it to catholic school, latin was no longer a requirement (blasted Vatican II!), so this last part is a mystery to me (it is latin, right?)]