I've made out a bed What you wanted me to have been for your first born. Do they mind my life, or celebrate my death? Do they celebrate my death? This casket, close it up This casket, close it up
No one speaks, no one says a word. No one even stands This is honesty through passivity. Looking away. This is ignorance through abstinence. You stay away.
It ends with ashes. To destroy the evidence and block the memory. Close it up, black it out and remain in a place of solace.