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, therе are no more Satans Only the bossеs 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, hahahahaha! (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

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026