These Antlers Aren't For Show

(Seasons greetings from the Phillipines.)

At the edge of the river
Where we dumped the body
Of your late uncle
Who treated you terribly
Was the location where you last saw me
Crying profusely and running for the treeline

Let me explain the state of my body
Covered with stitches and looking terribly sad
It's not that bad I think

Writing down my final will and testament
I won't bore you with the details
And just tell the rest of it now
Before I'm underground for good
Please don't cry I promise it's all good
I don't wanna die I just knew I always would

Finding fingernails and hair abandoned in the snow
Wrestling with guilt and debating on if you should know
These antlers aren't for show
These antlers aren't for show
These antlers aren't for show
These antlers aren't for show
These antlers aren't for show