Closed Casket - Head Wound City

You’re the girl, I’m the boy

Raised in the blank-eyed void

I’m the boy, you’re the girl

Coughing prayers to the end of the world

Yeah!

Yeah!

We’re hooks in the garden again

Yeah!

Yeah!

We’re picking out caskets again

I saw a world forever stick fingers down its throat

I saw a world so clever it laughed until it choked

I’ve seen all I can stand above, take me down below

State your curse, do your worst, just keep the casket closed

I saw a world forever passed out in its clothes

I saw a world forever bleeding out the nose

I’ve seen all I can stand above, take me down below

State your curse, do your worst, just keep the casket closed

Again and again

We’re picking out caskets again

One for the mourning veil, hangs from your head

One for the stained glass sheets of my cemetery bed

Two for the hands of time, erase my memory

Three for the graveyard choir—can you hear them sing?