Archive for January, 2010

January 1: I got a lot of things on my mind
I’m looking at my body through a new spy satellite
I try to lift a finger but I don’t think I can make a call
So tell me if I move, ’cause I don’t feel anything at all

I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral
But it’s better than a party full of people I don’t really know
Well, they’ve got hearts to break and burn, dirty hands to feel the earth
There’s something in my veins but I can’t seem to make it work
… it won’t work

Dead Man (Carry Me), Jars of Clay


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