They will watch
how are the kids?
how is the wife?
they're watching you
they can't see me
they only see what i've done
there's the bones
protecting your lungs
and now they're mine
to put in the pile
i've left in the attic
will they find it?
such things matter so little
you can't move
they're watching what happened to you
but they don't know what i did
and they never will
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