Trash Palace

The widow in the mansion is cursing our smile
We walk quickly past, but her stare burns for miles
The widow in the mansion is watching us bloom
Her knuckles are white as she's gripping the broom

She'll sweep the old mess to new piles 'til she's dead
She wishes they ate us up, eating through different guts instead
Tries spreading her ache like a starved parasite
But we're already rotten and graying
And she'll find out when she bites



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Kuban
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