this track is a love letter to the long-standing songwriting tradition of dying in a box.
lyrics
like holding sand in a loose fist one by one the enemies will vanish storms of sticky blood with a sweet scent and the question is not if but when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box with a lock thats impossible to open when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box thats the size of a piece of fucking nothing the forest burns with the anger germs make sickness and machines make cancer oceans through windows in the wreckage bellies shrinking tight over dead fish war hero mass produced land mine metal monster built so that he cant die veins vomit cables black and red met him on the roof and his eyes said when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box with a lock thats impossible to open when i die i want to die in a box labelled everything and nothing at all and when i die i want to die in a box thats the size of a piece of fucking nothing
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