Kaja Kania
In the Graveyard
I‘m standing in the graveyard
Just wondering
Why death makes you happy
Why you‘re smiling when life's gone
Do you have a secret deal with the devil
And you have all these graves to fill?
I‘m standing in the graveyard
Just wondering
What if you die soon
What if your life‘s gone
And God at heaven's door gives you a bill
For all these graves you have filled?
I‘m standing in the graveyard
Just crying
You‘re still alive
Thousands of graves
Are empty still
And deep.
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