Wise Blood - The Last Ten Seconds of Life

Wilted flowers line the way

They dance in the mud and sway in the rain

They can sense the earthquake

Days before I do

I want to be buried

In my own

Little grave

Without any flowers

Without any name

Same old story

New tragic dance

Move with my fingertips

Always locked in a trance

Can’t drown my pride or hang my head

Hound of hell

Evil motherfucker

I’d rather keep all my conversation for when I’m dead

Lone wolf

Evil motherfucker

Self hating seeds

Planted long before me

Have grown to split the center of my being

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Must run through my veins

Pumping and swirling

Making me sing

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Have no doubt

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Inside and out

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Can’t drown my pride or hang my head

Hound of hell

Evil motherfucker

I’d rather keep all my conversation for when I’m dead

Lone wolf

Evil motherfucker

Wilted flowers line the way

They dance in the mud and sway in the rain

They can sense the earthquake

Days before I do

I want to be buried

In my own

Little grave

Without any flowers

Without any name

Same old story

New tragic dance

Move with my fingertips

Always locked in a trance

Can’t drown my pride or hang my head

Hound of hell

Evil motherfucker

I’d rather keep all my conversation for when I’m dead

Lone wolf

Evil motherfucker

When the sky folds up

And then the moon falls down

As the seas dry up

To reveal hollow ground

I’ll still be me

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