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Emma Ruth Rundle

In My Afterlife

 

In My Afterlife

(album: Engine Of Hell - 2021)


Taken to task in some engine of Hell
I lacked the toll to cross the river there
Someone forgot to put the sterling on my brow
Gone from a world, that I might sail

Taken to plow off this debt somehow
Somewhere in the outer planets
I think that its cold, but I'm not sure that this is my body
I was robbed of my mask in some engine of Hell

I have a feeling that I might be here a while
You might want to call in a maid to help keep you clean
But I remembered all of your lines from life
And told them to my keeper
He said that, you, you were funny but a liar
Some dark deceiver (Mmm)
Some dark deceiver

Now I'm free drifting though Saturn's debris
Things cut and floating through a blackness, that never seems to end
I think if I willed it, I could return home
But the warmth of the sun, it has become searing

I have a feeling that I might float here a while
Rift and directionless, that I might spin myself
But I remembered all of your lines from the living
And told them to my nearest keeper
A distant star there was laughing
Said you were funny and now were free

And now were free

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