Lark throated spit through beaks tonight
  These gagging chirps were written in disguise
  What's that sound?
  Caskets floating
  Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb
  And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb
  Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils
  And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead
    This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage
    Pendulum swing through tantrum slits
  This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic
  What's that sound?
  Caskets floating
    In laymen's terms sewn through matrimony
    Brown Spots on the Wall by Hu Flung Pu