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The MessageDeath wants to make you a part of itYou're coming with me Saints, criminals All just killing time Death awaits, so make your peace with it You'll be fine Guilt Innocence Everyone burns out Death is the message Without meaning Death is the message Not the beginning Bored when we're young We can't wait to grow up We get old, we give up Then we pray to grow young It doesn't matter if you're ready yet You're coming with me The rich, the beautiful Everyone's in line Dead for a moment Dead for an ice age Why not let me be? (The taste, bitterness No one spits it out) Death is the message Without meaning Death is the message Not the beginning Bored when we're young We can't wait to grow up We get old, we give up Then we pray to grow young |