I walk past a hick and he glares me down
my mind shoots to a scene of him choking me out
my neck getting tighter tween the sweaty nubs of his fingers
and the aura of his axe and the air where it lingers
the last things I ever smell
will be the floral arrangements on my grave
cause we're all conscious when we decide to decay
feeling every root and every worm
and no synapses telling us that we need to squirm
and when at last there's more fed bugs than flesh
and when my bones and earth can fully mesh
I'll feel like a true human in a childlike sense
and be moving into a new confidence
passed down from millenia of rotting grandparents
no longer bound by the shackles of Hebrew myths!
in Greenville
i know they're gonna bury me
in Greenville
i know they're gonna bury me
and oh my lord it's such and exciting time
such and exciting time to be alive
cause it's the only time we'll be alive
yeah it's the only time we'll be alive
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