Drowned, in a soaking hole,
I told you to remember,
the code where you're at
it's caught in locked accounts,
it's locked in poisoned bread,
ignore the things I've said,
I was speaking for the dead,
Laying in the grass to dry,
with cuts all down my arms,
light a little fire,
Brendan's got the flood,
he's sopping up the mud,
dropping balls of sweat
onto the floor; so wet
He's trapped in frozen ice,
breathing through his eyes,
a hundred thousand lives,
now he's out for good,
he's scavenging bits of food,
that stick inside his beard
he's everything we feared.
Drowned in a soaking hole,
I told you to remember,
the code where you're at
it's caught in locked accounts,
it's locked in poisoned bread,
ignore the things I've said,
i was speaking for the dead,

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