Dead Born Babies - Dead Music for the Living

Manifesto You never read the lines
Manifesto from a festival
Preparing every night
Another show for the living

Suffered and crafty people
The truth is where they are
In trance, get into it
You are still looking for
What you had there at all times
You call it, true will

And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror...
Dance with the dead
All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you
They are not from heaven.
Dead music for the living takes my heart
Now god is Dead
It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead

Manifesto You never read the lines
Manifesto from a festival
Preparing every night
Another show for the living

Suffered and crafty people
The truth is where they are
In trance, get into it
You are still looking for
What you had there at all times
You call it, true will

And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror...
Dance with the dead
All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you
They are not from heaven.
Dead music for the living takes my heart
That heart is Dead
It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead

Written by:
C Pacheco

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