I am falling down
Like the ground is bed
I need to find a rockĀ
And roll it under my head
I am tied to the gravel
Like a judges gavel
Always going down
Can we surface in the shallows?
The noose was tight
You fitted it just right
And I am not a martian
I am plutonian and i love ice
And when I die i'll rule Hell twice
I'll come back for the throne
Cuz it's just my size
And you can't burn a bridge
that was never built
And you can't bring back a boy
Who's never been killed
But i've been crushed by a two-ton brick
But i got over that like i was faking sick
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