by Unknown
Jul 2011 208 Views 1 comments
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In the deadhouse
Affectionately known as such
It is morbidly quiet
You shall inherit nothing
From the walls of this old shack
No signs of life
No sense of time
And no real life images
Exist in here
I like to sing and play
Night and day
All alone and without much help
There's been a lot more room to dance
Ever since I removed the carcasses
Lucky I don't sleep here
Because there's no future
If you choose to reside in the deadhouse.
Affectionately known as such
It is morbidly quiet
You shall inherit nothing
From the walls of this old shack
No signs of life
No sense of time
And no real life images
Exist in here
I like to sing and play
Night and day
All alone and without much help
There's been a lot more room to dance
Ever since I removed the carcasses
Lucky I don't sleep here
Because there's no future
If you choose to reside in the deadhouse.
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Posted: Jul 2011
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