Hart Island

The smell of sweat
And soil is a dead giveaway
They always need someone new
To fill another mass grave
My mind isn't racing
It's dull and I'm bored
And I'm not frustrated
By my case anymore
Just imagining my day on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a second wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground
Doesn't matter where you're from
The worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a second wave

The sink is broken
The more that I stay here
My fate is sealed
I'd rather take my chances
In the depth's of the potter's field
There's medicine
In the sun on my back
And I'm much too busy
For a panic attack
When I'm dancing with the bones on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a second wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground
Doesn't matter where you're from
The worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a second wave

So put on your sun
Day best, one-tenth weekly tithe
You can never be too prepared
For the next swing of the scythe
If you're all alone
And your body is stranded
There's no one to claim it
You're in safe hands
With my prison skeleton crew on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a second wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground
Doesn't matter where you're from
The worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a second wave