I am sleeping with the dead
Their voices in my head
Nothing to disturb me
In this place of rest
We don't think and drink
We just sink
Flowers on my breath
In the house of death
But none of the scents of life
To liven my senses tonight
We don't smell or stink
We just sink
She lies here murmuring
The dead talk in their sleep
But they don't ask questions
And they never weep
We don't write in ink
We just sink
In this comfortable grave
Here I make my bed
When my stomach's all a-jitter
And the thudding's in my head
We don't think and drink
We just sink
We just sink
