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Put our children in this ground
You were in the kitchen while I sat and watched them drown
Put the killing in this sound
So I could have it handy
'Case those devils come around again
Cut the poison into thirds
Held it to our lips and drank to chat with the absurd
There's a kind of song I heard
I think that I could sing it if I knew just how the words begin
Thought I was a violent flame
The longer that I stare I think that flame looks pretty tame
So if this is really just a game
I'm going to need a hand now
'Cause the pieces aren't the same this time
