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Kurtis Blevins
Kurtis Blevins
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Carter Kujawa
Carter Kujawa
Songwriter
Hunter Moore
Hunter Moore
Songwriter

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I've decided I want to be buried
Under 50 miles of trash
Far away from the sky
And away from the sun
Deposited into scraps of steel
Sedimented with oil and fossils
How far can I really get
From this dripping rust
Never far enough
Let it bury me
As I lie under the weight of scrapyards
In the hearts of landfills
We lepers grow numb
In broken ceramic whispers
Buildings are quartered and drawn
In an artful crucifixion
These streets and freeway exits
So hard to remember
Harder to forget
Let it bury me
This garbage
It sinks into my skin
I've been waiting
For this comfort my whole life
Written by: Carter Kujawa, Hunter Moore, Kurtis Blevins

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