two bodies: one stung, the floor beneath them visible through the gaping hole in their chest; the other having chosen not to leave their lover's side. gentle floral scents are made somehow perverse by the heavy smell of blood.
Oh yeah I’m a reaper man
Every good thing, I kill it dead
Oh yeah I’m a hooligan
Out in the street making a mess
How’d I ever get so off my rocks?
How’d I ever get so lost
Everybody out there on the job
But not me
Oh, but not me
they wanted to spill everything out right then and there and just get it over with . they didn't want to hold all of these feelings ; the regret , the anger , the tumult , the depression that came with it -- they didn't want to have any of this .
Humanity is agitated, trying in vain to escape the weight of its sins. Each one wants to pretend to themselves that all is well, that they fear nothing, that their bank account, their plentiful table, their happy family are a guarantee against eternal damnation.