Down
No longer was there a pain
Now it was all empty
It was infecting all his brain
And so he shut it down.
Drink, drink the fruit of life
Hurt your throat
Eat those flies
drip, drip, it drips down.
No more medicine drown his head
He must rest
Lay into bed
Sleep now and drift down.
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