We're saying R.I.P. to everyone we know.
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow.
and still we're screamin' R.I.P. 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 that edge with the city below.
Below the city it's 60 below.
Is he alone? Is he a shadow?
Will he be home in his moment of battle?
He's roaming, a vandal,
No roman candles lit on the night that he died.
Might it be 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're saying R. I. P. to everyone we know.
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow.
and still we're screamin' R.I.P. to everyone we love.
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?
Cold is the hand on the Angel of Death, drawing you to it's embrace.
From a caress, receding to strangle your neck.
Falling 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.
Tommy was itchin' to fix in the kitchen,
he made his decision he wanted to scratch.
Chasing the dragon but facing the dragon
was 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're saying R.I.P. to everyone we know.
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow.
and still we're screamin' R.I.P. 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?
Eric, my cousin I call to your spirit.
Answer I know you can hear it.
I conjure 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 that you were carried.
I helped carry you physically to be buried.
But the rest? Every individual varies.
We're saying R.I.P. to everyone we know.
Our glass is now half empty but the tears will overflow.
and still we're screamin' R.I.P. to everyone we love.
Is everyone below us mad at everyone above?

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