Dead Friends Fall
Dale Grundle
Come line up now, come stab at my sore
Come stab at my lover, come stab at my whore
All contact is broken, all memory soiled
And my revenge for you is coiled
And I want you to burn
Do you remember me at all?
At the tangent you live by all things must bend
I will not mourn your passing my dear ebbing friend
Do you remember me at all?
Waiting here to watch you fall
I'm blackened to the core
I sit and watch you fall
Do you even think of me at all?