With a rhyme in a laugh we shrug it off
With a word in a phrase we mourn the loss
Please save us all from the preaching
Inhale the blasphemy, behold what you can't see
We're pouring our souls out and bleedingBaptized in lies
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save you
Toward your demise
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save your soul
That all who wish to rise may rise again
To touch the stars and fly upon the wind
For those who know the most tragic of ends
Is not to die, but never to have lived
When you were young
Oh, how the sun shone
And beneath your feet, the greenest of grass would grow
Your time has come
See the grass from below
And the procession of all who've loved letting go
Dies Irae dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Mushroomhead - Pulse Lyrics
Mushroomhead - Pulse Lyrics
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With a rhyme in a laugh we shrug it off
With a word in a phrase we mourn the loss
Please save us all from the preaching
Inhale the blasphemy, behold what you can't see
We're pouring our souls out and bleedingBaptized in lies
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save you
Toward your demise
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save your soul
That all who wish to rise may rise again
To touch the stars and fly upon the wind
For those who know the most tragic of ends
Is not to die, but never to have lived
When you were young
Oh, how the sun shone
And beneath your feet, the greenest of grass would grow
Your time has come
See the grass from below
And the procession of all who've loved letting go
Dies Irae dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
With a word in a phrase we mourn the loss
Please save us all from the preaching
Inhale the blasphemy, behold what you can't see
We're pouring our souls out and bleedingBaptized in lies
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save you
Toward your demise
You're gonna need all of our prayers
And the whole damn congregation to save your soul
That all who wish to rise may rise again
To touch the stars and fly upon the wind
For those who know the most tragic of ends
Is not to die, but never to have lived
When you were young
Oh, how the sun shone
And beneath your feet, the greenest of grass would grow
Your time has come
See the grass from below
And the procession of all who've loved letting go
Dies Irae dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Writer: Ryan Farrell, Stephen Rauckhorst, Steve Felton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management