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Death Rattle

I am a shallow grave snakeskin that my brother saved rattler waiting in a cave Death Rattle Scales falling from my eyes free of hopes and dreams and lies I know why the spirit flies Death Rattle Life is sticking in my throat something that the prophets wrote cant remove this wretched coat Death Rattle Sluffing off the serpents skin so a new life can begin still hold on right to the end Death Rattle Dont inquire and I wont tell of the blood and tears that fell from this broken empty shell Death Rattle I am a shallow grave, snakeskin that my brother saved Death Rattle

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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