We are but mortal men
Dying bones wrapped in flesh
We are but mortal men
Dead thumbs that hang in cold air
And when the time will come
Only the mice will be dancing on my grave

We are but fatal deeds
We are but dead fingers playing chords
We are but lines of words
We're just eulogies left untold
And when the time will come
Only the mice will be dancing on my grave

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