this semi place is slippery unwinds uncompromised before me here you wait pseudo bereft a vague affront to my time left cease to be fortune s slave cease to grieve in my death fleece enfold my little lamb my bones will not stand fun and easy fun and easy amazing more this is more in a skeleton box pick out the pieces shake them up open now what have you got my fist in your face where the story starts cease to be fortune s slave cease to grieve in my death fleece enfold my little lamb sleep away the breath of fear my bones will not stand fun and easy fun and easy to much amazement they laugh at me a photograph of me you remain longer than the rest attempt to reconcile your own restlessness why don t you laugh with me why don t you laugh at me youth in most idiocy dissolve your tears on my tongue my bones will not stand fun and easy fun and easy amazing i cease to be a slave i am finished with my own death wrapped tight around my little lamb i think it s funny