Ave Grave - Thee More Shallows

In the beginning we rounded them up

All of the traitors to luck

And then we killed them and put all their bodies

Into one massive grave

As they approached where they’d spend their tomorrows

They never asked us a thing

When you give in to the mercy of time

You don’t try to survive

You just try to get by on whatever it brings

When we came back to throw lye on the horses

There were no corpses there

All of the Trevors and Patricks and Davids

Were set to float away

We were not angry, we weren’t disappointed

We were just doing our jobs

We barely missed them by a dangling hair

Up past fingertips into the air

As they rose up their look was reserved