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Night of the Irritable dead

Well
I guess the Dead are really upset with me
Can you hear them
Popping in the rafters and creaking in the floor

They're disturbed that
I'm not echoing their answers
The way I keep trying new things
Only perturbs them
They're complaining
Moaning in the tree boughs
  that I'm making it all go too fast
I'm making it all confusing

The dead always go for security
  repetition
Bricks and mortar
Structure and syntax
Ritual

Maybe your specters like to shake things up a bit
  but mine want me to leave things alone
And yet they keep asking
Why don't you come visit me
Why don't you call

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