Should I die again?
Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing to space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold, dead face
with my own wooden case
Should I die around the pounds of matter wailing to space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
With my own cold, dead face
with my own wooden case
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