Below the surface in a cellar is a trillion cells
There's just a barely beating heart inside a shriveled shell
It's frail and weak disintegrating into skin and bone
Contentious in a cavern where you go to die alone
I'll steal some poison for you
And wait outside your door
Dispense formalities of existing through these
Final fragile days of sickness and deterioration
'Cause no one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
Above the surface in the cellar is a living ghost
Standing silent in the sun so her shadow grows
You're so embittered by the shallow way your fathers act
It's why I'm petrified you're heading down that narrow path
Why so precautionary?
I've seen them dying off in droves
Sounds so reactionary
In retrospect we could have saved more from addiction's throes
Throes
No one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
No one's left
Your bride was buried in her wedding dress
You're content to rot the fuck away
Rot the fuck away
You're content to rot the
The fuck away
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