People Die. , by Laurent. Subscribe to rss feed for Laurent.

Are you afraid of the death? 
Or you're afraid that you'll suffer
'cause you don't know how it will look like
And as it will take it's first breath
you'll take your last and BAM you're dead.
Someone had just won a bet,
'cause life's your biggest wealth
and all the smoke, drug, meth
fucked it up and you're now on a test
that you may come back
if you promise to be good and forget 
all the shit that had brought you there
and you need to reject
all those fake feelings, fake requests
life's only one, show some respect.
Now it's time -
TAKE A BREATH, people will die
and you just got another shot 
Some people always say their goodbye 
on their way to heaven, hell, way out,
fuck it man, you fucked it all up 
life's all about making it real, no doubt
and you talk about
how you'll dissapoint your dad, your mom,
man, not even a fresh start could help you 
God had send a scout 
to watch on you, take care 
who knows what might 
hit you and hurt you tonight?
Life's a path that leads to the end..
so you live to die and it's fine?
Who knows? Maybe this is the last line
I'll ever be able to write,
Fuck everyone, fuck life. 


(I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man.. 

I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man Walking)



Are you just another failure? 
Were you weak? Shouldn't you been braver? 
Walking out on door
your mother told you to watch on your behavior,
you came back 18 months later 
with nothing but something to remember
that you ruined everything. 
Let's get back to the last December,
we spent together,
happy, smiling, always similing
C'mon let's start from scratch
You can be our lumber,
those 18 months are just number
you'll be our middle earth 
our living center
if you'd only come back.
It's funny how you enter
our hearts and how easy you left.
Now you're in Afganistan
I guess it's the right way 
When will you come back? 
I guess you heard that 
your mom passed away? 
Your dad is now alone
in that big house,
but in small space. 
I see him almost everyday,
he wants you back,
he misses you, he just want
that you come along
bring him some reason of joy,
but no. 
This time life happened
and took you to the other planet
you're up in space now,
shining and watching at us
and we still keep your picture
on our cabinet,
memory of you will never fade away
I want you to know that. 
See you this Christmas, Robert.
I hope you'll get here in time. 




(I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man.. 

I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man walking walking walking
I hear the angels talking talking talking
Now I'm a dead man Walking)


(The Script's refrain.)
Posted: 2013-12-14 10:34:29 UTC

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