When we little kids we tried to seven deadly sins in the attic every summertime. The wet smelling silent kind. We'd play light as a feather, stiff as a board and you'd to my hips and we'd slip through the floor. They grey, grey ghost is coming out of the bright white sheet 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 banquet our bones are soaked in blood. our skin and cells are beankrupt we'll be deposit in the dust. Try to soft 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 tail and was all the while asking, "Does it 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 played have 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 the road at last. Well, we failed and we failed but our failures were passing, grew hair and a tailand all the while asking, "Does it stay this?" and "Will it end like this, is supposed to hurt 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 on we don't have a say, we let one hand wash the others dirt away. We're way too much, we do it way too often. used 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