Funeral Mystery
"In a littel while,
Sooner than you think,
You won't hear me rant
You won't hear me scream
Cry, babble, or complain
So why am I telling you this?
It's your roof to your yard
And there's a second between"
Within my chest lay your remains
Dead
In there so dark and cold
On this day
Will you be there?
Or dead at my side
She calls for your head
He fights for your life
It's my hands
It's your blood
I can't decide
Whether to kill
Or let survive
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