playing cards with our deepest fears
though we keep a pokerface
a face so firm and steady
a face that'll be burned anyway
let's play in the cemetary
'tonight? '
tonight
let's play in the cemetary
'tonight? '
tonight
and the maggots will feast
all you're hardworks, to the bones
a living jackass is a rotting corpe
nothing more, maybe less
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