Dead Souls
๐ต 587 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:20 duration
๐ ID: 2534171
๐ Lyrics
A thousand candles burning, far as the eye can see
A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
Just like our lives are blown out every moment
Dead souls day
The old lady, in plot 43
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea
And the mourners come with their memories
And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Well, the organ grinds and grinds
He grinds away, and we are his monkeys
His monkeys as he plays
He grinds and grinds and grinds away
Till our own
Dead Souls Day
A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
Just like our lives are blown out every moment
Dead souls day
The old lady, in plot 43
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea
And the mourners come with their memories
And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
Dead Souls Day
Dead Souls Day
Well, the organ grinds and grinds
He grinds away, and we are his monkeys
His monkeys as he plays
He grinds and grinds and grinds away
Till our own
Dead Souls Day
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.97] A thousand candles burning, far as the eye can see
[00:27.37] A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
[00:34.23] The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
[00:41.00] Just like our lives are blown out every moment
[00:45.43] Dead souls day
[00:53.70] The old lady, in plot 43
[00:59.02] The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea
[01:06.04] And the mourners come with their memories
[01:11.84] And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
[01:17.34] Dead Souls Day
[01:23.81] Dead Souls Day
[02:06.76] Well, the organ grinds and grinds
[02:11.88] He grinds away, and we are his monkeys
[02:17.36] His monkeys as he plays
[02:20.99] He grinds and grinds and grinds away
[02:26.47] Till our own
[02:32.35] Dead Souls Day
[02:57.48]
[00:27.37] A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
[00:34.23] The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
[00:41.00] Just like our lives are blown out every moment
[00:45.43] Dead souls day
[00:53.70] The old lady, in plot 43
[00:59.02] The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea
[01:06.04] And the mourners come with their memories
[01:11.84] And candles in their pockets to be blown out endlessly
[01:17.34] Dead Souls Day
[01:23.81] Dead Souls Day
[02:06.76] Well, the organ grinds and grinds
[02:11.88] He grinds away, and we are his monkeys
[02:17.36] His monkeys as he plays
[02:20.99] He grinds and grinds and grinds away
[02:26.47] Till our own
[02:32.35] Dead Souls Day
[02:57.48]