Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Let me tell you what death's like giving all your strength to fight so you stay in the light but it's too damn bright so the only other option is to lay in eternal night But this is no catacomb You can tell by the name that's etched into the neighboring headstone I'm in my grave Accompanied by centipedes and bugs that like to feast on remains.
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement There's no light there's no sound there is so sense of remembrance of who I was, who you are, or what the world was before this All that's left is a darkened and blurring twisted semblance
Plotted near a crumbling mausoleum what a wonderful sight to see as I remain here for eons No visitors My wife won't come because In life I did all I could to distance her The ones I loved, they have grown and would rather leave me on my own There's no time for their past life or a fucking box of bones
I am gone and forgotten I lay cold and rotten My bones dry of their marrow Embalmed like a fallen pharaoh.
Here I lay, underground, this is my anti-commencement There's no light there's no sound Because i'm buried beneathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
