Testo di Bury The Record

A contagion, bury the record That’s the year the plague swept in, bury the record The cloud of the stench, of the carcass, of the summer heat I can explain so much Only so much This is why I’m here, to impress Impress in you the need for all these things Don’t make that face at me Remove this sourpuss glaze from your countenance Buried in the sky or in the earth, face down or standing Life is one force, grossly changing, cold eclipsing This year’s murdering ground is the soil of future lives