Testo Mausoleum

I’m a walking mausoleum
I’ve organized my grief by numbers
Would you like to come inside?
Cuz everybody loves to hear
A killer misanthropic story
It makes you feel more alive
And now I’m getting older
Colder It only takes one crack in the sky
To bring down all the lights
So put your head upon my shoulder
And slide with me through my own slice of hell
I’ve got so many secrets left to tell

Time comes on like an avalanche
The ones we lose, you can’t get back
Most days go by without a snag
‘Til you’re standing in the hallway of your past
With the ones you can’t get back

There’s a garden on the corner
Where I found your dress & cigarettes
The ones that you left for me And a feeling runs me over
It hits me like the car that almost did
The day you had to leave

Because time comes on like an avalanche
The ones we lose, you can’t get back
Most days go by without a snag
‘Til you’re standing in the hallway of your past
With the ones you can’t get back

Now I hear the bells