The bones of those who died before you
The bones of those who died before you
They’re scattered all around me…
Dark and soggy, twisted, muddied, round
I can still feel the grip of your hand
Even as I fell into this well
This deep empty hole
With centipedes and spiders
And all the things that crawl
The bones of those who died before you
They’re scattered all around me
They form a ray of black light
Dark and soggy, twisted, muddied, round
Why did you let go
I scream at the top of my lungs
I do this every night
With all these things that crawl
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