Ave verum corpus, K. 618

歌詞

There is no grace in Act Five, only the nerves insect leg twitch and involuntary bowel movements and confusion. A snail in salt doesn't fall asleep with a half smile like Gramma from the afterschool special. It twists and contorts, it jerks and writhes for some time like a living severed limb on fire, All the people who taught me card tricks are dying. I've been trying to gank my poppop's good looks from old snapshots And all the people who taught me card tricks are dying. I've been trying to steal my grandfather's handsome from old photographs. And even if the world is saved and the couples kiss before the credits list, There will be more than a lifetime of death in the scrambled signal snow that's left when the blackened tape runs out. The invisible frames death tacks to your movie reel far outweigh the reel itself. All the people who taught me card tricks are dying. I've been trying to gank my poppop's good looks from old snapshots. And all the people who taught me card tricks are dying. I've been trying to steal my grandfather's handsome from old photographs. There is no grace in Act Five... A circus tent and all the folding chairs fit in an old coffin for travel.