Drop the bouquet on the casket hood
Everywhere flowers lay dead
Manifold petals are pulled from maternity
On the account of theatrics
Corpses rotting on the funeral home carpet
Rapture of souls, no one thought as innocent
Allowing those who shadow us to commit
Crimes against humanity
You’ll get as far as the precipice
It’s a long fall from where you stand
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