Ashes to ashes
As dust is to dust,
Blood runs thick like molasses
As it passes through us.
O'lay me down placid
By the river at dusk,
With high hopes that the tide
Will deliver us.
May the sins of our fathers
Be hung out to dry,
Cleansed by the waters
That swell from our eyes.
So, listen well daughter
It's alright to cry,
Let go of the monster
That you foster inside.
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