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oh undertaker a high school poet died today and they say popularity is just relatability see them in that mirror watching you but check your compacts at the door (look them in the eye) they might **** you tonight oh undertaker how did they die last night? forced the knife of lips and lies into their minds hit by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way we hate what we see staring back, fade to black in this highschool drama scene who the **** are you? can't be me because i know myself, and this dyed hair, straight kicks, concert tix i see. that kid just aint all me it might **** me tonight oh undertaker how do they die alone at night? forcing the knife of lips and lies into their minds hit by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way give me my pen it's stronger than the wings of that waterproof eyeliner you cried off in the bathroom stall last tuesday oh undertaker, you drew em back, of course sharper than a sword but twice as brittle because you hate the way they frame her eyes, and your lies too they might **** you tonight oh undertaker how did you die last night? forced the knife of lips and lies into their frozen faces crushed by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way tonight, check you faces at the door come in clear and dont check your face to see who's looking at you we all see the same screen our pores in bass-relief tombstone grief
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
High School Poet's Eulogy
oh undertaker a high school poet died today and they say popularity is just relatability see them in that mirror watching you but check your compacts at the door (look them in the eye) they might **** you tonight oh undertaker how did they die last night? forced the knife of lips and lies into their minds hit by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way we hate what we see staring back, fade to black in this highschool drama scene who the **** are you? can't be me because i know myself, and this dyed hair, straight kicks, concert tix i see. that kid just aint all me it might **** me tonight oh undertaker how do they die alone at night? forcing the knife of lips and lies into their minds hit by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way give me my pen it's stronger than the wings of that waterproof eyeliner you cried off in the bathroom stall last tuesday oh undertaker, you drew em back, of course sharper than a sword but twice as brittle because you hate the way they frame her eyes, and your lies too they might **** you tonight oh undertaker how did you die last night? forced the knife of lips and lies into their frozen faces crushed by a train full speed before the station lights could see them in the way tonight, check you faces at the door come in clear and dont check your face to see who's looking at you we all see the same screen our pores in bass-relief tombstone grief
alt title: "Oh Undertaker"
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cherri-cola
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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