Inspired in Bowie's "Time" and Eno's "Dead Finks Don't Talk"
We are so young today, only for today
Let me make it like yesterday
For even and bigger enough
I’m glad you’re not surprise, still evicting
I’m sure I don’t realized
She’s dead right now…
I hate that,
She’s dead and down
White Corpses
And she’s dead I know
Maybe one day or no…
If she’s dead, who knows?
She acts well, oh no!
She’s such a corpse I know
I’ll let her go, I'm so low!
So long…
I thought I was alone, I’m quite sure I’m not
Today I found I’m wrong
“Why you’re so dirty?”
I wanted to see you so well, good as mine
Now you turned into a sad monster
I thought I was so fine
She’s dead I know
I hate that
Dead right until I’m done…
White corpses….
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