We saying RIP to everyone we know Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?
This is the valley where animals live Stress is like wind to a man on a bridge Stand on the edge with the city below Below the city it's 60 below Is he alone? Is he a shadow? And will she be home in her moment of battle? He's ROAMING, a vandal No roman candles lit on the night that he died Maybe it I, should've been there in his place Scared as I stare in the face of his mother In case I discover the fear in the fate My brother, I send another prayer into space Rest in peace to prince and thief too Can we speak to ghosts?
We saying RIP to everyone we know Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?
Cold is the hand on the Angel of Death Drawing you to its embrace from a caress Receding to strangle your neck pulling into and from grace This is your fate - stare in the eyes of your sin Every morning before you begin Who are your family? Who are your friends? Lost in the comfort of needles and pins You was itching to fix in the kitchen He made his decision, he wanted to scratch Chasing the dragon but facing the dragon Is not really something he wanted to catch But he finally did! I wonder, did he try to repent As life slipped from his eyes scratching
We saying RIP to everyone we know Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?
We still love you. We will miss you. We still love you. Is it blissful? We still love you. We will miss you. We still love you. Is it bliss?
My brother, I call to your spirit, answer, I know, you can hear it I canjure your soul with these lyrics manifest some kind of appearance Scare us I don't even care it's better than just wondering Where it was thar you were carried I helped carry you physically to be buried But the rest? Every individual varies
We saying RIP to everyone we know Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow And still we're screaming RIP to everyone we love Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?