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The Things They Carried - Death of the Nameless lyrics

Artist: The Things They Carried

album: Melancholia


Death of the Nameless
The filth was the scene of the crime, his feet crossed to the sea.
Death from life of the nameless, how could this be?
Was it poison, laced suicide,
An unparalleled mystery
A death case lacking closure,
So many theories, still no proof.
Tiny rolled up paper, inside the dead mans pocket. Unsatisfied answers, insignificant scrap, a meaningless response, a disturbed mind. A meaningless response, Tamain shud,
Tricked toxicology, proof lacks vomiting, the culprits substance obsession, confused brutality!
Was it poison, laced suicide
An unparalleled mystery
A death case, lacking closure
So many theories, still no proof.
Tiny rolled up paper, inside the dead mans pocket. Unsatisfied answers, insignificant scrap
Just a lonely soul.
Was it poison, laced suicide,
An unparalleled mystery
A death case lacking closure,
So many theories, still no proof
Tiny rolled up paper, inside the dead mans pocket. Unsatisfied answers, insignificant scrap.

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