Requiem Revisited

Let's knock back a few

And talk about life...

Every synapse gone and all the smiles have faded

They come en mass to kill the child that came in

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

These hands beat red with the mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again

These hands beat red with the mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again

And all these words beg for the same damn thing now

How to return to someplace far behind now

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know

These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go

These are the syncopations on these weary bones

These hands beat red with the mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again

And this time, this time, this time I'll walk these avenues to find

A place where I can let these dreams and demons go

And finally rest my weary bones