Testo Requiem Revisited

His dreams gone, and all the smiles have faded

They come in masks to kill the child that came in



Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa


These hands beat red with this mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again

These hands beat red with this mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again



All of these words beg for same damn thing now

How to return to someplace far behind now


Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa



This heart has pumped this blood much harder than you know

These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go

These are the syncopations on these weary bones



These hands beat red with this mercy killing

Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again and...



This time, this time, this time

I'll walk these avenues to find

The place where I can let these dreams and demons go

And finally rest my weary bones