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Six foot under: loam, grit and grass
In a faux oak cask I rest my a**
Make a home for worms in my spine
And think to my self, your heart was mine
In a world of perpetual decay
Where every dog misses his day
And the police batter down your door
While the government make you pay ten times more
I could hold on to you my love
And hope I end up in the high above
Play checkers with all my heroes
Away from the bills and all their zeros
And hope that your there at my side
So we can kiss in heaven and forget we died
But lying here in the pits of hell
I hope you didn’t make it here as well
And I dream about the body I once held
And looking back at your every breath expelled
I see a lady tall and frail
Underneath her wedding veil
And at the alter our lips again met
And from that moment out future was set
We were dammed to die in each others arms
Away from religion and all its charms
We died our way; suicide in the night
And as our blood made flowers, that beautiful sight
We lay down side by side
And held each other close as we died
And let us fly away from here
To the sky oh so very clear
And enjoy our death as we hated life
And wonder what happened with our blood stained knife