lighting matches on the stove
it's awful cold in golden grove

joy is wielded from the deep
it's awful warm in farron's keep

policemen said to take a seat
another death on pirie street

lonely? got some time to ****?
take a stroll 'round silent hill

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..when these decaying organs fail
there's one thing keeping me from dying
i close my eyes and try to live
a thousand lives better than mine.