Sire, The Lynx Brought Us Another Empty Box

So I put a checkmark! On the box And give it to the Lynx Who will give it to the spirit By the name of Robert Sheeman And he will take a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came So put a tent up! By the cemetery It's cold there oh! You've heard of others Higher beings in winter Oh! They said goodbye Hello Didn't ignore your conversation But they don't quite understand When you're not giving compensation And you're holding on to life Wrap it up then lift your eyes There you see your only light Sire the lynx brought us an empty box What's in it? It's an empty box Oh right So I put a checkmark! On the box And give it to the Lynx Who will give it to the spirit By the name of Robert Sheeman And he will take a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came I could try a write up! But I'm out of lead and my hands are dead! My head is failing to stay conscious as snow turns red! They said goodbye Hello Didn't ignore your conversation But they don't quite understand When you're less clear from desperation And you're holding on to life Wrap it up then lift your eyes There you see your only light "Sire the lynx brought us another empty box" "What's in it this time?" "Sire honestly It's empty" "Yes it's just send it back" So I put a checkmark! On the box And give it to the Lynx Who will give it to the spirit By the name of Robert Sheeman And he will take a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came The wind is all I hear when I Black out! And all my fears turn into past beliefs From how I see it we are helpless Sorry you will have to see me here! And you're holding on to life Wrap it up then lift your eyes There you see your only light So I put a checkmark! On the box And give it to the Lynx Who will give it to the spirit By the name of Robert Sheeman And he will take a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came So I put a checkmark! On the box And give it to the Lynx Who will give it to the spirit By the name of Robert Sheeman And he will take a pocket-knife Then he'll run it through the tape Then he'll give it back and say to take it back From where it came