Funeral for the living
While the dead rot on the street.
I get this feeling they know, they definitely do.
Open your slits as you're running out of time.
Can you see yourself? Can they see you?
They throw the dirt on you and then cry on you.
You we're wounded either way, a lot of blood was shed, now you're alone, but safe.
P.S.: I took the term "Open your slits" somewhat from the song "Before You Start Your Day" by Twenty One Pilots replacing the word "the" with "your".
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