Birth is the start of death The endless process of decaying breath Time has taken its toll And your lungs resemble coal Your life's so important in your own eyes There's no way to prevent demise
And when you're still here Cherish the moments you hold dear Because all that you have done Amounts to nothing when you're gone And when you're found lying in shit Few people will care one bit
Kiss the dead man's face To respect someone who finished the race Are the tears from sorrow or joy Or tradition taught when they were boys? Laid to rest beneath the cycle you started at birth
When the pain starts to subside Fewer are the tears they will cry They visit Christmas, birthdays too... And when there's nothing much to do The visits become less frequent And the flowers become delinquent
Whomever visited the last few times Join the dead under the pines Time has taken its toll And your body resembles coal Your life's now meaningless in your grave The weeds on top you wouldn't saveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
