There are millions of tiny graves
Each one with four tiny coffins in it
And in each coffin is a single cell
And they're all going to burn w me in hell
The sound of laughter on the train
The sound of laughter tweaking my brain
But this constant flow of blood
Leaves room to grow
Become overstuffed
And there goes your maid
Your ease
At least she left you with everything
But all these flies buzzing around my head
Are dirty omens of death
Can you calm me down
Won't you call me down
Call me down
And I'll resign myself to it

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