.[Verse 1]
In a casket, in her back pocket, I feel my hands around my throat
In mid December, the tired millennium will start to function like a ghost resounding in my skull
A body fractured, a body ruined, sometimes a body's like a joke
An image drowning in the hive of spirits, c.
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