Cover the casket with both of your hands
don't let them know that you had other plans
If it's out of sight then you've gone out of mind
you're traceable only by what's left behind
And those are the things that you cannot remove
try as you might, til your face has turned blue
For that is what put you inside of yourself
where nothing is living but no one can tell
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Cover the casket with both of your hands
don't let them know that you had other plans
If it's out of sight then you've gone out of mind
you're traceable only by what's left behind
And those are the things that you cannot remove
try as you might, til your face has turned blue
For that is what put you inside of yourself
where nothing is living but no one can tell
title taken from Circa Survive's Frozen Creek
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