Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
These gagging chirps were written in disguise
What's that sound?
Caskets floating
Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb
And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb
Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils
And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
Pendulum swing through tantrum slits
This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic
What's that sound?
Caskets floating
In laymen's terms sewn through matrimony
Brown Spots on the Wall by Hu Flung Pu
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