When we were little kids we to seven deadly sins in the attic every summertime. The wet felt silent kind. We'd play light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd press to my and we'd slip through the floor. They grey, grey ghost is coming out of the white sheet that was wrapped about him. The shade, shade, shade, could have been mistaken, but i swear that the sunlight was shooting straight through him. Let's make a mess of this while our bones are soaked in blood. When our skin and cells are beankrupt be deposit in the dust. Try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple will not come again 'cause in time you will rigor mortis sets in. I failed and I failed but my failures passing, grew hair and a tail and was all the while asking, "Does it stay like this? " and "will it end this?" I'm afraid that you're fading away, you're not in clear. I'm afraid that the games that we've played have turned desperate and dear. I'll try to stay soft and remember to 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 punish pass. I know you'll hit the ground running when you the road at last. Well, we failed and we failed but our failures were passing, hair and a tailand were all the while 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 your nose and rings round your eyes. The clock ticks on we don't have a say, we let one wash the others dirt away. We're way too much, we do it way too often. What used to be a crutch has 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