DEATH FOR US IS A MIXTURE OF MOODS
Death for us is A mixture of moods
It's like true love To a degree
A rain puddle After a storm
Bent on becoming A sea

Strung together It's a mourner's prayer
Broken up It's a sequence of sounds
That can't be heard By the men on the hunt
But by The hounds

Meditations on A diet of worms
How much space Can one man take
Before he rolls over Feels for his keys
His box Will break?

Death for us is A mixture of moods