Cobra Skulls
cobra skulls graveyard
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An epitaph is propaganda for a memory
For people who arenât really worth remembering
Like people with wealth that save it for themselves
A casket is a container thatâs built to bust
Preventing the inevitable dust to dust
A shell in vain we save
So when I die donât put me in a grave
If my soul goes to another place
Then a grave is a waste of space
Yes, a grave is a waste of space
So donât put me in a grave
As if our cities arenât already crowded enough
We set aside a little green patch in the rough
A place for the dead to rest their heads
While the kids of the city have no place to play
We make sure the dead have a place to stay
A place to rot away