I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know
it’s
rotten
inside
Every
morning
I can
taste it
I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died
And then
then it
can be
extracted