New sheen in the field
the sun's getting down
some people are coming
to greet one last time
To greet the man in the coffin,
the man in the crypt
I saw their faces,
and I know their lies
I know how this shame is reflecting
the stink in this place
No prays, no cries, no shout
no shout in this grave
They are burying his soul
the murder is done
nobody's rejecting
to play the wiseacre
It's time to rape the memorial
the requiem for you
I know your pain
and I know your end
there's no resurrection in action
but the rave in my mind
It's time to rape the memorial
the requiem for you

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