Take this time to remember what we've done and what we've accomplished
I don't want to be known regrettably
I'd prefer a coffin to a shoe box and the ocean to dirt and rocks
I'd prefer to sink miles deep than have this opened again
I'm a time capsule that never had much of a soul
Smooth the soil, burn the maps, I'm not ever coming back
Bury me.
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