Slow, together, Chorus
Moaned the skeletons.
Into one huge cloud of moaning
Moaned they.
Look, I looked at the grey dull
Walls and
Pained with
The solitude
I wanted the skeletons
For
They were not of this Earth
And I wanted suffering out of
This Earth.
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