Из альбома: Foulbrood
Dead white boy, swings from the heaviest limb now
He’s all gone, whiter than ever before now
What a shame, we should have done something different
told me to tell you to read what he wrote
and told me to tell you to relay a vote, did you like it?
is it publishable?
exit the carnival coughing for air,
look deep inside of the nothing is there
and how would they know how it feels to be you without it?
dead white boy, he was in one of my classes
long ago, went upside his head with a back brace
tell me did you even like him that much?
now they’re coming to get you but nobody cares,
death is an entrance and you’re not prepared
when you have what I want you’ll be the first to find out
last Halloween he carved with symmetry
two eyes, a nose, a ripped mouth all his own that said
«I want you to be able to look at me for once»
best part of knowing it all is you already know what you want
best part of having a jaw is you can still talk when its gone
best part of packing it in is you already got it how you lived
dead white boy, are you afraid of hell? It’s no place for someone with your
complexion
dead right boy, you were dead to me all along, dead white boy, dead to me all
night long