Proceeds, who's in? 

 Who wants a piece of him?

 So many articles to choose from 

 Comrade, artiste 

 A taste for evidence

 Hold on to articles of faith 

 Once worth nothing that something touches who you want to be 

 Baggage embodies no one (He is gone) 

 Intrinsic to only one (He is gone)

 Belongings don't define us 

 Keepsake, fingerprint, scrapbook, record of death 

 

 Funeral, event, everyone's gonna be there 

 They have to see you pay respects 

 Breathe in, breathe out, random, random, random 

 Who are these fucking idiots? 

 Come on I'm writing you 

 I know this role is tearing you apart 

 Large numbers can't console you (He is gone)

 Don't let the guilt control you (He is gone) 

 The anger has consumed you 

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