Que Sera

Silent June, no sound of birdsong
The air is thick and smells of dying
I am here but you can't see me
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera

Pounding hearts may silent music
As pounding guns punctuate
God has gone and left us to it
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera

Que sera
Give them your life
Forever lost
And then we die (and then we die)
And then we die (and then we die)

Give them your life
Deaf, dumb, and blind
In your final hour
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera

Silent June becomes mid-winter
Tired eyes face the ground
Expert hands immune to horror
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera
Que sera