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

You're 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

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