Ego Likeness Water To The Dead
Step lightly over me when I'm given to the ground. Keep
in your memory where they lay me down.
Let rain come over me wash away these years of filth.
Swallowing my memory wash it down with bitter guilt.
Giving water to the dead drink what I used to be. Now the
cup's gone sour since you tasted me.
You misplaced your tiny gods lost them to the ground. Let
them suffocate with me in the place they lay me down.
Step lightly over me watch the hollow in the ground. This
space left blank for you next to where they lay me down.
