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She Ain't Speakin' NowLike some sepulchral tableauxI sit frozen holding your hand Though I'm trying to think only Positive thoughts I understand That this tomorrow May not be the tomorrow That your eviscerating suffering will end Oh, will you ever be yourself again? Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune She ain't doing well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's cracked or Anyhow, she ain't speakin' now Nightfall, like some leaden sea Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head I can't repel this snaking veil of morbidity That's disfiguring the seraph of your face Oh, the organisms been debased Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune She ain't doing well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's shattered or anyhow she ain't speakin now You scream that the books Are falling off of the shelves on to you But I can't see them Your hallucination ravings I'm writing them all down so You can read them When your mind no longer aches And your febrility breaks Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune She ain't doing well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's cracked or anyhow she ain’t speakin now Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune She ain't doing well Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless Her psyche's shattered or anyhow she ain't speakin now |