When the world goes to sleep
I wake up
Cold in bed
The sheets covered in piss
That dogs gotta go sooner or later
Hear the neighbors going at it
Not sure the score
Orgasm or battery
I hear a Bb strummed through
Crackling speakers
Cresendo on the horizon
Black emperor arrives
Apparition of the depraved
The beautiful stooges and I
We collate our laments
The book of the forgotten
We write on, we play on
The walking dead
Nothing more than ol'
Graveyard ghosts
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