Too much death Too much death Too many stories Ended. Cold stone remembrance Grass growing over… Maybe some flowers Plastic. To make them last. Unlike the resident Who already passed It’s not that I don’t love Their history But honestly I don’t do The cemeteries I don’t go To cemeteries Too much death Can take your breath Away… Maybe it makes you feel good To speak to the dead But since they can’t answer you’re talking To yourself instead Fixing the past Is what you hope to do But you cannot get them back. So all your prayers are crap. Yeah all your prayers are wasted… It’s too late Too much death Too much death It can take your breath Too much death…
