Two Bullet Suicide

Two bullet suicide The first time didn't do it right So you set it up again You'll get off the train While piercing your brain And comin' off your track A crowd stands around A pool of you on the ground Drying in the ochre sun As if eyes of a dove You see from above A scene forms down below You strain from crying out There's no sound in your shout What fills your ears is hollow to the world Four men kneeling down Lift you from the ground And spirit you away Three bells, you hear them toll The church is getting full Now it's spilling out the sides You hear 'em sing, you see 'em pray Then they're taking you away To a void among the green They put you down into the pit Where the earth removed will never fit It always leaves a sullen mound And forever from this day You'll start to fade away From those you left behind Further from their minds... Slipping more in time... Until you've blown away.