from somewhere
some prison in the dirt
my lonely skeleton
pretends that it's not hurt
it wraps itself in fur
the moment of the birth
in hopes a heart will stir
and come crashing down to earth
storm's on the horizon
rocks beneath the waves
dark clouds rolling thunder
there was nothing we could save
apocalyptic moon
mother mary
just shove me in the ground
one foot in the grave
I will barely make a sound
mother mary
we've nowhere left to go
we will fade into the drift
like a quiet falling snow
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