Into the ears of the working dead
Their minds have already been fed
Though the light's already been shed
Yes, the light's already been shed
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
Control is computer fed
Oh, spat out, burned and shred
Responsibility's so thinly spread
Floats like a cloud over everyone's head
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
We fear them grizzly red
And they're comin' overhead
We embrace all those who have fled
As we wait out death and the dread
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
Everything there is to say has been said
Into the ears of the working dead
Although the light's already been shed
Peace is all but dead; peace is all but dead
Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon
Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune
They can hear but they can't sing the tune
Everything there is to say has been said Into the ears of the working dead Their minds have already been fed Though the light's already been shed Yes, the light's already been shed Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune They can hear but they can't sing the tune Control is computer fed Oh, spat out, burned and shred Responsibility's so thinly spread Floats like a cloud over everyone's head Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune They can hear but they can't sing the tune We fear them grizzly red And they're comin' overhead We embrace all those who have fled As we wait out death and the dread Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune They can hear but they can't sing the tune Everything there is to say has been said Into the ears of the working dead Although the light's already been shed Peace is all but dead; peace is all but dead Ooh, whoa, say the light's gonna stop real soon Ooh, whoa, they can hear but they can't sing the tune They can hear but they can't sing the tune Explain Request ×
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