You Know We're All So Fond Of Dying - Children 18:3

It’s a lesson in progress

How far away can we go?

Everything is progress

As far as I know

Take a life and make it something less, please

Anything more than stupid tests

And tests and tests and tests

I found the answer to my selfishness

Cry, cry, cry

Please stop killing us

(You know we’re all so fond of dying)

Please stop using us They’ll never shut up Please stop killing us

(You know we’re all so fond of dying)

Please stop using us It’s an acceptable practice

And I am loathe to say

Snuffed out the wicks from a sea of candles

Maybe Jesus could take it away

Please stop killing us

(You know we’re all so fond of dying)

Please stop using us They’ll never shut up Please stop killing us

(You know we’re all so fond of dying)

Please stop using us The carousel comes 'round again

I cry and scream, but I pretend

They’re running down and I can’t chase

Or put that smile out of place

Say it isn’t so!

Come, they come to take them all away

But I’m not going home

Come, they come to take my soul away

But I’m not going home

Cry, cry, cry

And we hear them sing