About To Die
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If the search has been long and futile and brutal,
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom
Of your hoodlum love...
(Hey, baby)

You reach out and into the absence and, gasping,
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace,
Your face to its face...

No end, and neither beginning.
You're spinning,
You're breathless, orbiting a dark and hateful star,
An evil world.

Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.

But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.

Your life must surely be ending, and, trembling,
You realize you never lived a day at all, (Wait...)
And it's all your fault. (Wow!)

It all seems unspeakably vile, and while
You retch the memory of all you understood,
The vandal laughs into his hood.

Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.

But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.

Look there: the goblins dressed up like a wound.
Mutants all vagrant and hateful.

Look there: the mirror, a zombie stands staring,
Vacant and glaring, pronouncing your name
As his own...

('Bout to die, 'bout to die...)
About to die,
About to die.
('Bout to die, 'bout to die...)

Where would I ever be without you? (No f*cking clue.)
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values
And redact it?
Foolish I know.

But I'm about to die,
About to die,
About to die,
About to die.

('Bout to die, 'bout to die...)
About to die,
About to die.
('Bout to die, 'bout to die...)

(You're already dead... but you're about to die)

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