When we were little kids we tried to seven deadly in the attic every summertime. The wet smelling silent kind. play light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd press to my hips and we'd slip through the floor. They grey, grey ghost is coming out of the bright white sheet that was about him. The shade, shade, shade, could have been mistaken, but i swear the sunlight was shooting straight through him. Let's make a mess of this banquet while our bones are soaked in blood. When our and cells are beankrupt we'll be deposit in the dust. Try to stay and remember to bend the chance to get supple will 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 you're fading away, you're not coming in clear. I'm afraid that the games that we've have turned desperate and dear. I'll try to stay soft and remember to bend the chance to get supple not come again 'cause in time I will rigor and mortis sets in. All that you cherish will perish. All that can punish will pass. I know you'll hit the ground running you ditch the road at last. Well, we failed and we but our failures were passing, grew 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 the day you die there'll be flies round your nose and rings round your eyes. The clock ticks on we don't have a say, we let one hand wash the dirt away. doing way too much, we do it way too often. What to be a crutch has become a coffin. It's been good to be alive, but i've got to go. Someones on the other line and they're calling for my soul