The Garden Of Happy Dead People
Julia Skiba, Paulina Sumera
There once was a garden
Where flew around nightmares
But people were happy at all
They were dead, they were broken
Their words were unspoken
But they still were happy at all
They drank blood after dinner
Every victim was a winner
And we will be happy with them
Suicides on the trees
Weapons instead of bees
And I'm sure we'll both like their pain
There grew daisies of fears
Dead cause they had no tears
Cause people were happy at all
Locked in vault of their ills
Ills were for them as pills
So they still were happy at all
There true love was paving
And the pain was a braving
But people were happy for it
I hople we'll soon join them
But God only knows when
And we will be happier a bit