We keep on burying our dead.
We keep on planting their bones in the ground,
but they won't grow.
The sun doesn't help.
The rain doesn't help.

If my garden would have a fence
then the rabbits couldn't just come in
and sit on the grass,
and eat all the flowers,
and shit.

Hi, I'm Icarus. I'm falling
down, man for judgment must prepare me.
Spare, oh God, in mercy spare me!

Man, I have a terrible feeling
that something's gone awful, very wrong with the world.
Is it something we made?
Is it something we ate?
Is it something we drank?

Hi, I'm Icarus, I'm falling.
From the dust of earth returning.
Man for judgment must prepare me.
Spare, oh God, in mercy spare me!

Lacrimosa

We keep on burying our dead.
We keep on planting their bones in the ground,
but they won't grow.
The sun doesn't help;
and all we've got
is a giant crop
of names and dates.

Hi, I'm Icarus. I'm falling
down on this day of tears and mourning,
from the dust of earth returning.
Man for judgment must prepare me.
Spare, oh God, in mercy spare me!

Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
iudicandus homo reus:
Huic ergo parce, Deus

English Translation:
That sorrowful day,
on which will arise from the burning coals
Man accused to be judged:
therefore, O God, do Thou spare him