Rest On

There's a boy on his quest
For his meaning
Centuries have gone
Behind him

He's a small white speck
An ember in the cold
He's not quite sure
Which direction to head in

Are these things really needed
Or have our lives been impeded upon?

There's a tall pine tree
A river that's flowing
But the water here
Is too polluted to drink from

On a clearcut hill
The factories in the valley
Emit a feeling in the air
That's surrounding

Are these things really needed
Or have our lives been impeded upon?
Yeah I'm saying we've been cheated
They took our rock that we used to rest on

Rest on

Rest on
Rest on
Rest on
Rest on
Rest on
You are listening to "The Fear of Death and Time"
Rest on
Rest on
Rest on
"The Fear of Death and Time"
Yeah rest on
Rest on



Credits
Writer(s): Beautiful Flowers
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