The clock struck for the fortieth time,
A cuckoo comes out screaming,
We prick our veins, each hourly chime,
'Though I saw it in a coffin.
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
Who's screaming in the dense forest,
The goblin's up early, I guess.
I'll sharpen up my scythe for this,
'Though I admit I just don't care.
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
Between my eyes, a joint appeared,
Leaving an Indian symbol there.
I close my castle's doors in fear,
In my syringe, the red poppy gets bled.
The needle jabs me right in the heart,
The deathly pill presses me down,
Like the sun, the joint burns my eyes hard
And the red poppy grinds me down to sand.
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