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Letras:Orion Rigel Dommisse. Fake Yer Death.

Fake yer death, if you need to
To afford distractions from the living, oh
You can make a body out of plaster soaked in your own blood

Then leave the body in your bed
Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep
You can burn your house down and leave some bones
Make sure the bones look something like your own

Dig them up
Steal them from the grave of someone your age
You take these bones and place them
Inside the plaster soaked in your blood

Then leave the body in your bed
Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep
You can burn your house down and leave some bones
Make sure the bones look something like your own

Should our little crime go amiss
Shall they see the bodies are not flesh?
We wait until they're buried

Until we rest, my love, until we rest

And we can hide in the room like we've always wanted to
To work on what we love, to work on what we love
We won't tell anyone we're not dead, so
We can hide away to work on what we love

Until we rest, my love, until we rest