Текст песни: Pity The Dead + перевод

There’s a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon

And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon

And there’s no one around to hear their lonesome cries

Then they pass away alone into the night

Why do we pity the dead?

Are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?

Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why

Oh why do we pity the dead?

Well, you’ve seen the disease, suffering and decay

And you whisper to yourself, blissfully, «it's okay»

And you still refuse the possibility

That the dead are better off than we

Why do we pity the dead?

Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?

Look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself why

Oh, why do we pity the dead?

Tell me what you see

Tell me what you know

Is there anyone who lives a painless life?

If there is, show me so

The destitute and famished

Demonic and the banished

Dejected and the ostracized

The brainwashed and the paralyzed

The conquered and objectified

The few who see the other side

Tell me what you see

It’s a mortal, wretched cacophony

In the end, you may find there’s no guiding, subtle light

No ancestors, no friends, no judge of wrong or right

Just eternal silence and dormancy

And a final, everlasting peace

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