They Tend To Die lyrics

Song information

Artist: Paramaecium
Album: Echoes From The Ground

Lyrics

Our lord's enemies, they found him in gethsemane
They took god's only son from the olive grove
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die

Oh my lord, his last hours of sorrow
I implore my hope for tomorrow

Our lord's enemies, they mocked him as they bowed their knees
They put god's only son in a crown of thorns
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die

Oh my lord, I hope I can find you
I deplore the way that they bind you

Our lord's enemies, they killed him on a torture tree
They sent god's only son to a lowly grave
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die

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