Post Calendar - Joy Electric

Sent to the liars

With my neck being hung by the wires

Climbed out to feel

All the spiders below at my heels

Rush to the trees

But the dark-coated ones heard us breathe

Rather than yield

We could drown in a pond by the field

Younger than who came before

Lost all that was built and stored

Who will know what became of us?

Ending on, the saddest note that ever was

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Find out who’s there

Hide the key to the diary there

Run through the snow

And our blood is like ice to the bone

We’ll make a way

They won’t find even hints or a trace

Buried in fields

All the soil fills and covers our grief

Younger than who came before

Lost all that was built and stored

Who will know what became of us?

Ending on, the saddest note that ever was

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