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Asleep with the noise, the kids look dead under their bedsheets
Dreaming out this asheap, brother you can have your body back when you get older
Shoot all the boys, those wretched dogs, with instinct
All for all the images that come for us in fever dreams
Do you own these woods?
I know this ends, but how? I believe it's now
Walk through fields of breath, kick up dust in shapes of death
To the heads weaving worlds, no one else will remember your memories, so rest at ease
All the roads go north, and they go far but I see farther
Oxygen doesn't last, and death is for the survivors to contemplate, and now we wait
Choke your words, strangled airpipes, please stay calm, you'll be okay
Do Satanists read upside down? Soap for Socratic guttermouth
Understand that your bones will turn to sand, dust in the wind
Bats and birds sang songs of hell, at least as far as god can tell
I saw their flairs, you know
Did you see the ghost I'd spoken to over tea, he came back to see
Have your doubts but ask it free, what kind of animal were we?
Are you scared of me? If I were you, I'd certainly be
Where did everyone go? Light a candle to examine all this dark, it's all we are
Worry not for the end, the slowest way to die is by living
Time to cremate the earth and scatter all the ashes through the whole of space, it's rightful place
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