Everyone's speeding to the same destination
Boneyard requiem, that final wormy dance
From birth to death, cradle to grave,
Poor bastard never stood a chance.
From embalmed flesh to forgotten dust
Coffin nails long turned to rust
Until...
No one living recalls his name
He might not have ever been.
From birth to death, cradle to grave,
Poor bastard never stood a chance.
From embalmed flesh to forgotten dust
Coffin nails long turned to rust
Until...
No one living recalls his name
He might not have ever been.
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