What'll they do with me
Eat my books and bleed
The sentences down &
Forget all my names.
Three graves of man
Head, body and hands,
You can have my life's work
But my heart is caged
Three graves of ice
Morning, noon and nite
Close to three of us die
I ate my sisters bible
And then she said
You better leave before
The devil fills your head
There's nothing worse
Than being fed
I'm not the only one
I'm the only one left.
For good reason.
As it clocks toward an early bright
You'll find my body carved
Into a paper plane
My head splashed across
The boards of lamplite
And pencil shavings dancing on my grave.
Three graves of ice
Morning, noon and nite
Close to three of us die
What'll they do with me
Eat my books and bleed
The sentences down &
Forget all my names.
Three graves of man
Head, body and hands,
You can have my life's work
But my heart is caged
For good reason.