Even When I'm a Corpse
I can't think I can't breathe The lights are spinning Gnats are swarming hide they can't find me hide hide hide HIDE They're going to eat me alive I can't think What's that sound I can't think Everything is so loud I can't think Hurry Hurry Hush Shut the fuck up We need to rush Time is ticking away The bugs are swarming They're going to find me Keep them away Keep them away Keep them away You can't have my flesh I won't let you You may have my mind But you can't have my skin You won't find me in time I won't let you I won't let you I won't let you When you finally do I'll let the vultures pick at my scraps And the gnats eat away my insides They can feast on me alive You can't have me Not even when I'm a pile of bones
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