My Body told me to lay off the writing a while
But I had promises to keep the old story
But I promised to keep it short
Another pebble lifted out of the quarry
So deep so hard so filled with water
just another hole in my head
I gotta give it up for one day
I got to lay and contemplate the feast of the dead
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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