The Ghost Of Michael Cera's Ghost

By the window he dies Deep underground he lies Now this town is cursed We're in it for the worst Bless the children Save their souls There is no hope You're feeling cold When the ice Hits your veins These are your final days Don't look at me Just let me be For if our eyes meet I'll be the last thing that you'll see They'll visit your grave They'll soon join you I crave I crave you