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We All Look the Same Six Feet Under

Illusions take hold of me,
And the whole world seems to spin.
Skeletons dance tango,
Freeer than the wind.
We are all like skeletons,
Except we do not smile.
Music weave our hearts,
And logic has our heads.
The queen of hearts has come again,
To take her revenge.
And as we break and fall apart,
The sky turns dark,
The stars shine bright.
One more person can't see the light,
Of the blood covered sun rise.
No judgement in death,
We all look the same six feet under.