Tuesday, November 3, 2009

cemetery

If you want, then when we die
We'll ascend to some place way up high
The gate will show you through
If they ask me, I'm with you

And I'll face the one who made
My disgusting heart from a lump of clay
When he asks what got me through
When he asks me, it was you

If I'm in that lake of fire
I will call your name as I expire
The last thing that I'll do
Is I'll tell them I'm with you

-say anything

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