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Carry On, Carrion
Scallion Farm
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Tell me, truly, what you have to keep?
Your legacy will live intangibly
Insofar as you might fade away
If you're stuffed full of wool
And you're skinned and resown
Then your image may never decay!
I know it isn't pleasant to think about
I know the thought of death makes the bugs in your skin crawl
You cannot fend them off when your life's without
But some formaldehyde makes the maggots and grubs stall
Make your death a trustfall
Your carrion will carry on!
Let go, let go without letting go!
Don't end up shelved, you owe it to yourself
That your image can be known
We've worshipped the dead
We've built statues, cast heads
But we've never quite captured the form
If God is an artist, then I'll be an archivist
Keeping my podiums adorned!
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Sign here, darling, on the dotted line
No need for fine print, they won't be that upset
When they're dead, no, they don't seem to mind
No emoluments, just a simple fee
It's artisan work, and I value my labor
I wouldn't just do this for free!
(well, yes i would, but)
You might not find it pleasant to think about
But I find it quite nice to cut through the skin
OH
Who said the pestilent isn't spiritual?
You see the lack of life makes a canvas cadaver
To sculpt human matter
To make of expired, reborn!
Let go, let go without letting go!
Don't end up shelved, you owe it to yourself
That your image can be known
We've worshipped the dead
We've built statues, cast heads
But we've never quite captured the form
If God is an artist, then I'll be an archivist
Keeping my podiums adorned!
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