Generator ^ Second Floor

And I could never tell as a kid What that window door went to Only told to stay away I almost had an accident at age 6 When I found the key in the attic And now the smell of these wood frames Is the only sense I've left So as you pull me from the bed Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous And since you are my friend I would ask that you lower me down slow And tell the man in the black cloak He doesn't need to trouble his good soul With those latin conjugations And if it's all the same to them You should tell your gathering friends Please not to purse their faces grim On such a lovely sunday Don't fix my smile, life is long enough We will put this flesh into the ground again