The Dying Song (Time To Sing)

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, yeah
 Maybe you've been down too long
 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
 
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 Maybe you've been down too long
 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