You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory (from Bringing Out The Dead)

歌詞

You see this world as your own You think this life is yours I've come to break you down You're a commodity This flesh is not your own Your blood is currency The beast has drawn your number Stand straight,fall in line All of your prayers won't be heard anymore Your blood had been programmed to baptize the floor And your grave is just a hole in this Cold dead ground This world has died around you A fucking worthless cause The eulogy is written The casket burning Begin the funeral march Bend on your broken knees They've drawn your fucking number Stand still, taste the pain All of your prayers won't be heard anymore Your blood has been programmed to baptize the floor And your grave is just a hole In this hell They've got your fucking number I've got your fucking number They got your fucking number You're screaming, they're calling, you're bleeding You're bleeding, you're hearing the calling Bring out your dead