Rejuvination - Requiem Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Requiem By Rejuvination?
She cries, "It's freedom that we need"
But I have yet to see a cause to believe (I need to feel it, please just let me feel alright) It comes in waves of need Ten ways to make you bleed before you get to die Can we give it one more shot? Have we thrown all hope away? Does it have to be this painful Just to make it through? This is not a requiem We're wasting time as victims Why spend our lives on bended knee Choosing not to be free He sighs, "I'm quickly burning out" All that's left of me are jaded memories (I need to feel it, please just let me feel alright) Of what I could have been If I had only been less of what they wanted Can we give it one more shot? Have we thrown all hope away? Does it have to be this painful Just to make it through? This is not a requiem we're wasting time as victims Why spend our lives on bended knee Choosing not to be free and we're still here All together and alone consumed with fear That one day we'll discover how empty we've become Sickened and ashamed We crave what they provide us So we'll never feel alone Can we give it one more shot? Have we thrown all hope away? Does it have to be this painful Just to make it through? This is not a requiem We're wasting time as victims Why spend our lives On bended knee Choosing not to be free |
Who Wrote Requiem By Rejuvination?
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin, Du Bose Heyward, Dorothy Heyward
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