If death isn't quiet enough
You should feed your guts what they want
Soon you'll kill all the things I love
I should have went first
I could have been your ghost
Bathers in a cravers tub wash where your rupture starts
Soon I'll kill all the things I love
Hither and Yon
I'm sleeping it's your turn to race
Serene inside we chase to retrace
I'm sleeping it's your turn to face
Whats buried in graves
I never want to wake