The words across the grave read "God, how you've startled me" all
we can ask for is sleep I moved across your grave beneath the
sunset candlelight mistaken for moonlight the intensity of these
sensations means nothing to those around us what's that noise
everyone is dead here absence radiates what kind of party is this
these words are indecisive and I forgot the question (No sound
except you) I am liberated I am lost I shiver with fever I am I
(No sound except you) all we can ask for is sleep I moved across
your grave beneath the sunset candlelight mistaken for moonlight
there's a knock at my door god how you've startled me the name
across the grave reads Pontius Pilate boys we're going home and
we're bringing the plague back with us here's to the death of
happy endings thanks for ruining my life
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