Life - Aurelio Voltaire

Raise aching hands to weary skies

Tired bones on suffered ground

All of this I wish that I

Didn’t let wear me down

Down, down

Down, down, down

Down

Rest tortured bones in walls of pine

A resting place for all of time

But I don’t want to leave behind

The sweetly fragrant mist of life

Life, life

Life, life, life

Life

Quiet spilling pale moon light

Casts across upon your smile

As sleeping in my arms you lie

Peaceful in your dreams tonight

Night, night

Night, night, night

Night