People come and people go
They live in memory
And our hearts, they bleed along the way
If I can leave this world behind a little less broken
That'll do for me
And now we will play our song for the dead
All these things of life must end, end
You die if you worry
You die if you don't
I'll carry forth your spirit
I'll follow you home
And now we will play our song for the dead
All these things of life must end, end
I'm in a crisis with all of my vices
Restore the balance, alter the concious