Metal and Earth

There are six dressed men and there is a box

There are no windows, there are no locks

 

 

Heavy rain and a flight of stairs

Six dressed men ruin their hair

 

 

Holding the box and holding it tight

Down the stairs and into the light

 

 

The crowd had come through great wooden doors

Death is a victory and life is at war

 

 

This is not sad, my family in black

Because in a casket, you can't look back