Death To Birth

	  		Am, E, F, G (fica nisso a musica toda) 

From ripe 
To rotten 
Too real 
To live 

Should I lie down 
Or stand up 
And walk around again 

My eyes finally wide open up 
My eyes finally wide open shut 

To find the found(fount) of sound 
That hears the touch of my tears 
Smells the taste of all we waste 
Could feed the others 
But we smother each other with the necter 
And pucker the sour 
A bittersweet weather 

It blows through our trees 
Swims through our seas 
Fly's through the last gasp we left 
On this earth 

Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh 

It's a long lonely journey 
From death to birth 
It's a long long lonely journey 
From death to... 
It's a long lonely journey 
From death to birth 
Oh It's a long lonely journey 
From death to birth 

Yeaaah... 

Should I die again 
Should I die around 
The pounds of matter 
wheeling through space 
I know I'll never know 
Until I come face to face 
With my own 
With my own 
With my own 
With my own cold dead face 
With my own wooden case 

Yeaaah... 

Pucker the sour 
Sugar sweet weather 
Blows through our trees 
Swims through our seas 
Fly's through the last gasp we left 
On this earth 

Ohhhhhh 

It's a long lonely journey 
from death to birth 
It's a long lonely journey 
from death to birth 

What should I die again 
Should I tell you when 
The pounds of matter 
wheeling through space 
I know I'll never know 
Unitl I come face to face 

It's a long lonely journey 
from death to birth 
It's a long lonely journey 
from death to birth