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Chorus:
Here comes the resurrection
Everybody's got to die from something
Nothing ever left to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies
Animal the way you cut them might be
Animal the way I cut you from below
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Lyrics:
I've been drowned out by the rain Still I'm wishing I could stay But I'm sorry my old friend I've got to leave you once again
And despite what I might say I measure pleasure by the pain Measure pleasure by the twisting Of the metal in the vein
And it might be very hard Can't be more than what we are Can't be more till it's over
Here comes the resurrection Everybody's got to die from something Nothing ever left to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies Animal the way you cut them might be Animal the way I cut you from below
So you goad me into spite It's the cruelty that you'd like It's the waiting for the one thing That you never could defined
Fill the longing just because Emasculate the ones you love Have to wait till it's over
We are the less than mighty Never was a way I thought it could be Never quite enough to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies Animal the way you cut them might be Animal the way I cut you from below
I've been drowned out by the rain Still I'm wishing I could stay But I'm sorry my old friend I've got to leave you once again
And despite what I may say I measure pleasure by the pain Measure pleasure by the twisting Of the metal in the vein
And it might be very hard Can't be more than what we are Can't be more when it's over
Here comes the resurrection Everybody wants to die for something Never thought I'd live to leave you when you go
I saw you strip my babies Animal the way we cut them might be Animal the way we cut them from below
And if anger is the ending Of the thing that we've become For the mother and the father And the sister and the son Through the shallow without wanting Realization to mistake Through the ugliness The openings of the things we can't replace I will control