death is the bird perched
on your shoulder who counts your days and marks out your time that song is mine and never grows older so show me good grace for I am your master this world belongs to my children and I
I live alfresco don’t need television I gather my news straight from the vine we’re crashing out to
another dimension these shoes were meant for sunnier climes pour us some sense from an unopened bottle and drink of a truth that won’t be denied
there’s nothing to fear so don’t get excited it’s
so hard to live but it’s easy to
die you’ll
hear music wrapped up in thunder you’ll
feel the essence of something divine I
am the raven that carries you over and
paints you immortal if you’re so
inclined
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