we keep on burying our dead we keep on planting their bones in the ground but they won t grow the sun doesn t help the rain doesn t help if my garden would have a fence then the rabbits couldn t just come in and sit on the grass and eat all the flowers and shit hi i m icarus i m falling down man for judgment must prepare me spare oh god in mercy spare me man i have a terrible feeling that something s gone awful very wrong with the world is it something we made is it something we ate is it something we drank hi i m icarus i m falling from the dust of earth returning back for judgement must prepare me spare oh god spare me lacrimosa we keep on burying our dead we keep on planting their bones in the ground but they won t grow the sun doesn t help and all we ve got is a giant crop of names and dates  hi i m icarus i m falling down ah this day of tears and mourning from the dust of earth returning man for judgement must prepare me spare oh god spare me lacrimosa lacrimosa dies illa qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus huic ergo parce deus1