Medula Oblongata - Post Mortem
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P (OST) M (ORTREM)

Night is the nest under your nails
You begin to be afraid of open windows
Lack of firmament, void underfoot
And gradually turn into a cocoon
Ordinary morning, for breakfast a handful of ash
Rushing wings are dusting in the corner
Your beauty has long faded
And dreams rotted softly

Memory residues are hidden in the shade
You are locked in prison from frozen mngtions

Seven thirty in the morning cold bath
Heavenly manna
Salted drops quietly from the tap
You are dead, it's so, all without deception

You laugh out of your pieces
In order not to offend rare guests.
But only flies come, come less and less
They are not interested in the roar of bones.
Gradually fall deeper,
Fongs of friends are corroded by fog
There is only one way out of here
And you know him, let's get bold.

Memory residues are hidden in the shade
You are locked in prison from frozen mngtions

Seven thirty in the morning cold bath
Heavenly manna
Salted drops quietly from the tap
You are dead, it's so, all without deception

Cut and do not be afraid no one will remember
Will not cry on the grave
The girls who knew you knew
And they drowned their children