As they laid my bones down at the crossroads, I saw my ghost sell my soul to the inferno for petrol to get home. Now each day I sink a bit faster into my father's fate. Four packs a day. Four decades straight. Right to an unmarked grave.
I used to think it would sleep [x3]
As I laid My cross down at the bones beneath my feet She came. The face of a saint. The voice of a sympathy. She says "The future will be devoid of weaknesses." Free cigarettes for all the kids to make small skeletons.
I used to think it would sleep [x3]
I used to think as I aged with time that it would shut it's eyes and just let me be. Then I'd seen it's designs to kill and hide deceitfully inside my skin.