When we were kids we tried to seven deadly sins in the attic every summertime. The wet felt smelling kind. We'd light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd press to my hips and we'd slip through the floor. grey, grey ghost is coming out of the bright white sheet that was wrapped about him. The shade, shade, shade, have been mistaken, but i swear that the sunlight was shooting straight through him. Let's make a mess of this banquet while our bones are soaked in blood. When our skin and cells are beankrupt we'll be in the dust. Try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple not come again 'cause in time you will find rigor mortis sets in. I failed and I failed but my failures were passing, grew hair and a and was all the while asking, "Does it stay like this? " and "will it end this?" I'm afraid that fading away, you're not coming in clear. I'm afraid that the games that we've played have turned desperate and dear. try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple will not come again 'cause in time I will find rigor and mortis sets in. All that you cherish will perish. All that can will pass. I know you'll hit the ground running when you ditch the at last. Well, we failed and we failed but our failures were passing, grew hair and a tailand were all the asking, "Does it stay this?" and "Will it end like this, is this supposed to or are we sensitive?" The'rell be no red rose the day you die there'll be flies round your nose and rings round eyes. The clock ticks on we have a say, we let one hand wash the others dirt away. We're way too much, we do it way too often. What used to be a has become a coffin. It's been good to be alive, but i've simply got to go. Someones on the other and they're calling for my soul