And the birds don't sing, no, they don’t make a sound
When you're six feet underground
So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why
Do they all get to live, and I have to die?
And the angels sing, let it shine, let it shine
Dry the teardrops from my eyes
And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind
'Cause the dead can't testify
When you're six feet underground
So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why
Do they all get to live, and I have to die?
And the angels sing, let it shine, let it shine
Dry the teardrops from my eyes
And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind
'Cause the dead can't testify
The Dead Can't Testify, Album: Billy Talent III
