Art Of Dying

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?

There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you're still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There'll be no need for it

There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me?

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We got up before sunup to get the work done up We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched A hailstorm

And in the death As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare The shutters lifted in inches in temperance building High on Poacher's Hill And red mutant eyes gaze down on

боже помоги мне хотябы раз увидеть его глаз больше нет причины от него чтонибудь скрывать, скрывать набираю номер ..чтоб ему сказать опять , чтоб сказать как сильно я его люблю..опять сказать молчи , слов

I though the love we built was strong It was just a house of cards Now we watch them fall carried away oh carried away by the wind Walking down the city streets It's so

Облізлі пальці мої риють холодну землю, Біль не дає заснути і я іду на волю. Я бачу тіла інших - вони вже майже згнили, І їм не треба їсти, щоб підтримувати сили. Приспів: Чомусь так