Language of the Dead Lyrics

Take this lightning off of me
Too wonderful for me to keep
All the stories of ancient greece
Agamemnon, great ulyssesEverybody talkin' bout the language of the dead
Antiquated murmurs maybe dylan might've said
Well I'm not so self assured
I can barely sing a wordFads of the 60's and the 19th century
Leo tolstoy and robert e. lee
We got a war on in our duplicity
Suburban white blasphemyEverybody talkin' bout the language of the dead
Antiquated murmurs maybe dylan might've said
Well I'm not so self assured
I can barely sing a wordYou can skim through every book they read
You can dress a little smarter and claim your hit
But the weight you've been seeking, you lifted it
Plagiarize the twenties you never livedTake this lightning off of me
Too wonderful for me to keep
Throw your idols into the sea

Dreamers, get your own dreamEverybody talkin' bout the language of the dead
Antiquated murmurs maybe dylan might've said
Well I'm not so self assured
I can barely sing a word
Well I'm not so self assured
But I don't need to lift a word
Songwriters
HEATHER MORGAN, MATTHEW VASQUEZ, KELLY WINRICH, WILL MCLAREN, BRANDON YOUNG, JONATHAN JAMESONPublished by
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