"Reanimation Job Blues" no.2

Huh, strange no signal, it's like the radio's gone dead,
The trapezoidal vamp has croaked, or her victims have been bled

Gotta get the bones of my dreams, from my black book journal,
Cos only where there are corpses, are there reanimations

Like a phantom pulling a corpse around, on a reanimation job
The phantom's pulling the corpse, and the corpse is pulling the phantom also

There are many fires burning below the surface of the Earth,
And the sun that burns so brightly is congealed fire from the depths of Tartarus

Little blind mice, see how it runs, from the predator cat
The mouse is a sonar-equipped bat

It was a Sun Hour, Mercury Day and I was playing a dice game, watching the dice average out,
What does it profit you if you merge with what's around you?

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