When I climb the mountain of the dead,
I'll place you on top.
Not because I love you,
Oh, god I do,
But because it's to hard,
To dig through the jumble,
To find your number.
I'll stumble among the numbers,
Just to see you there,
I know in my despair,
I won't have a single care.
I'll come unprepared.
Daring Death to come and stare.
So I climbed the mountain of the dead,
A place where no man should tread.
I placed you there, but I have failed.
For now you're under me all because I came,
and let Death come and stare.
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