Good Death - Pearl and the Beard

Give me the good death

Because I’ve called it willingly

Just give me the good death

Don’t hold it against me

Conjure the nothing

I’ll contemplate my final breath

Inside your chest, the nothing

Loss always is where you look last

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

Reach in and eat a broken heart

Starving mouths make ill returns

Quiet now this lump of heart

I can’t escape what I deserve

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

Could this maybe be fiction using all your calculations

With the giants I’ll kill your lofty, genius intuition

Using arms of a dozen like it, there will be no complications

We’ll be strangers then

Give me the good death

Because I’ve called it willingly

Just give me the good death

Don’t hold it against me

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes

So it goes