• Six foot under: loam, grit and grass
    In a faux oak cask I rest my a**
    Make a home for worms in my spine
    And think to my self, your heart was mine
    In a world of perpetual decay
    Where every dog misses his day
    And the police batter down your door
    While the government make you pay ten times more
    I could hold on to you my love
    And hope I end up in the high above
    Play checkers with all my heroes
    Away from the bills and all their zeros
    And hope that your there at my side
    So we can kiss in heaven and forget we died
    But lying here in the pits of hell
    I hope you didn’t make it here as well
    And I dream about the body I once held
    And looking back at your every breath expelled
    I see a lady tall and frail
    Underneath her wedding veil
    And at the alter our lips again met
    And from that moment out future was set
    We were dammed to die in each others arms
    Away from religion and all its charms
    We died our way; suicide in the night
    And as our blood made flowers, that beautiful sight
    We lay down side by side
    And held each other close as we died
    And let us fly away from here
    To the sky oh so very clear
    And enjoy our death as we hated life
    And wonder what happened with our blood stained knife