paramaecium - they tend to die lyricsour lord's enemies, they found him in gethsemane
they took god's only son from the olive grove
and i decry, that which is breathing tends to die
oh my lord, his last hours of sorrow
i implore my hope for tomorrow
our lord's enemies, they mocked him as they bowed their knees
they put god's only son in a crown of thorns
and i decry, that which is breathing tends to die
oh my lord, i hope i can find you
i deplore the way that they bind you
our lord's enemies, they killed him on a torture tree
they sent god's only son to a lowly grave
and i decry, that which is breathing tends to die |