With the futile scrape Of the match The gas in tin Doesn't catch With the rain all set In the wood The flame won't do As it should Still try Try to keep the body warm Try Try to save face until he's gone Sent my two weeks in Condolences But I've had enough Taking shit The contract read Like an empty hearse Said you better forget Your own worth Still try Try to sell me my own remorse Try Try beating a dead horse I asked you twice Meant nothing then To understand The state I'm in From karmic trees Fall kismet leaves When you see me Where will I be? Still try Try to keep the body warm Try Try to sell me my own remorse Try Try beating a dead horse or Try your luck