Art Of Dying (Day 2 Demo / Take 1)

There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Where nothing Sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Can equal or surpass the Art of Dying

Do do do do, do you believe me?

There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've lеarned the Art of Dying

Do do do do, are you still with me?
Do do do do, but if you want it
Do do do do, then you must find it
Do do do do, but when you have it
Do do do do do do, there'll be no need for it

There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying

Do do do do, do you believe me?
Do do do do
Fernando's hide away