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
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