A day has passed,
For
the days to come,
A
soul has left,
For
the souls to come,
So
if I fall dead,
In front of your eyes,
Hang
me on a boulevard,
There
my dead meat would bleed,
Stories
of my unholy past,
That
you could hear in the murk of the night,
Something
has eaten me inside
Vacated
me inside,
So
reverberating in my empty body
Would
be a shameful philosophy,
That
would in the fullness of time,
Surface
on my deforming skin,
So
you could read what is written,
In
the dark ink of sin,
Then
you’d loathe me,
Satisfied
you didn't bury me,
Cause grave is a surcease,
And now I’d never be in peace!
