Can't fight this
feeling of death
When it wraps its
hands around your neck
Like the pill that's
underneath your tongue
Swallow it with
a soft regret.
And all the things
that make you cry
Remembering you'll
watch your parents die
And all the people that
you love in your life
Find their way above
the Irem Shrine
Skipping tombstones
heavy and slow.
Still fall asleep
with open eyes
With bad dreams
to occupy my time
We're on a strict
death schedule
It keeps us
all in line
There's things that
I'm avoiding now
Dreams about all of
my teeth falling out
And any floral green
color scheme Try but
you can't make a sound.
And the clock keeps
spinning around.
And the clock keeps
spinning around
Skipping tombstones
heavy and slow.
Hope that they float
No one knows how deep
the bottom goes
then