Shell For the Mourning

A book to steal,
a heart to peel,
a mind to drag,
another shell for the mourning,
some other ship for the journey.

A train to catch,
a dream to trap,
a fog to blame,
another name for the Quisling,
oh, I see through your dark disguise.

Another rope for your neck,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.

A book to steal,
a heart to peel,
a mind to drag,
another shell for the mourning,
some other ship for the journey.

Another heart for my stick,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.

Another rope for your neck,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.
Another hole for my bullet,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick.

Another rope for your neck,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.
Another hole for my bullet,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.



Credits
Writer(s): Mikkel Max Hansen, Ivan Petersen, Camilla Florentz
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