Eulogy

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    He had a lot to say
    He had a lot of nothing to say
    We'll miss him
    We'll miss him

    He had a lot to say
    He had a lot of nothing to say
    We'll miss him
    We'll miss him

    We are gonna miss him
    We are gonna miss him

    Yeah, so long
    We wish you well
    You told us how you weren't afraid to die
    Well then, so long
    Don't cry or feel too down
    Not all martyrs see divinity
    But at least you tried

    Standing above the crowd
    He had a voice that was strong and loud
    We'll miss him
    We'll miss him

    Ranting and pointing his finger
    At everything but his heart
    We'll miss him
    We'll miss him

    We are gonna miss him
    We are gonna miss him

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    No way to recall
    What it was that you had said to me
    Like I care at all
    But it was so loud, you sure could yell
    You took a stand on every little thing
    And so loud

    You could be the one who saves me from my own existence

    Warn while some child might chill, 912

    I'm too smart when you're invisible by the bone symbol on you
    So he bashes his skull through the window while looking out to the sea
    Like torment of my ego
    And we're amused by this

    Yes, standing above the crowd
    He had a voice that was strong and loud
    And I swallowed his facade because I'm so
    Eager to identify with someone above the ground
    Someone who seemed to feel the same
    Someone prepared to lead the way, and
    Someone who would die for me

    Will you? Will you now?
    Would you die for me?
    Don't you fucking lie

    Don't you step out of line
    Don't you step out of line
    Don't you step out of line
    Don't you fucking lie!

    You've claimed all this time that you would die for me
    Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

    He had a lot to say, yeah
    He had a lot of nothing to say
    He had a lot to say, yeah
    He had a lot of nothing to say

    Come down
    Get off your fucking cross
    We need the fucking space
    To nail the next fool martyr!

    To ascend you must die
    You must be crucified
    For our sins and our lies
    Goodbye!

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    Composición: Henry Rollins, Tool, Paul M D'amour y James H Keenan

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