Don't wanna live but I don't wanna die
I'll bet you never heard that one before
I wanna be the one that didn't survive
I want to smash the things that mean the most to me
Some will die in fear and loving hate
Some by gold as they're weighted down
Some will call out to a god, frustrated
"Can't you do a thing to help me?"
Chorus:
Recordare Jesu pie
Quod sum causa tue vie
Ne me perdas illa die
Ingemisco tanquam reus
Culpa rubet vultus meus
Supplicante parci deus
I wanna leave all that I know behind
I wanna walk off never saying goodbye
Won't you translate me? I need a surprise
You tell me I have got to keep on walking
There's so much that I could say to you
If I could notice, see, or care at all
Helicopters hover 'round ground zero
Waiting for their final call
Chorus
Twilight falls on the end of time,
The cruel hand of time
Embracing the hand that can take no more:
The hand at rest, the hand defined
Refining the blind process of the open door.
The death of death defies the hand that can take no more.
The fickle eyes on the cruel fingers of fate:
The eyes behold, blinded; the conscript blinkered;
The twilight tinker gazes into his crystal ball.
The tongue departs, the flickering flame that we'll see no more
Boxed within, the antivenin
The door's open wide
The door's open wide
Chorus
[The chorus for this song is taken from the Requiem, a mass sung for the dead. It's in Latin. Roughly translated, it means, "Remember, merciful Jesus, I am the cause for your journey. Don't forget me in this hour. I stand as one condemned. My face is red with shame. God, pardon your supplicant."]
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