It was the terrible trick of the mind
A piece of kerosene bread served me right
Sittin’ in the closet I smelled your death
On the floor your shadow remained intact
A sent of dead flash I left behind
Six feet of death made out of hemp
Seven devils wagged their tales for that
Let me stuff my pants with the right amount of virtue
Let’s greet the dawn with the cosmic howl
Behold, Behold, the death of slightest muses
Behold, Behold, the death of slightest muses
The dawn is coming, never look behind
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