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 and mercy,
Spare…
Man, I have a terrible feeling
That some thing'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 back for judgment.
We must prepare,
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me…
Lacrimosa…
Lacrimosa…
They keep on burying our dead,
They 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
Spare me
Spare oh god and mercy
Spare me…
Lacrimosa…
Lacrimosa…
Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus