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Can't
Can't you see me crying down on hell?
Lying in this filthy grave
Dirt in my eyes, insects on my rotted skin
My soul floats next to my carcass
Hanging on a thread of hair
Wishing it could leave the grief
But too afraid to sleep on needles
Can't you hear the sound of the church bell?
Calling everyone's attention to the man
The man who explains my life,
And proudly tells about my journeys.
Few of the heads slowly rise
And he opens his mouth to speak
He inhales deeply pulling my soul with his inhaling breath
Ears wait to listen... but
Blankly he stares with a confused look
Shutting his eyes and disappearing with me
Tears drown the heavens but not the earth
Can't you see the horses flying in the air?
Kicking me out of the clouds
