| The flowers by your bed are wilting
|
| The sun is setting in the west
|
| A fog is covering your eyes
|
| Your stockings are attracting flies
|
| Decay is nibbling at the boards on which you rest
|
| There’s someone waiting at your window
|
| Familiar face without a name
|
| One night he’ll creep in like the mist
|
| To touch your forehead with a kiss
|
| And lead you back into the void from whence you came
|
| We’ve all begun to die, and don’t know what to do
|
| Since it hurts to pray to God, when God is dying too
|
| Takes strength to laugh, when you start to drown
|
| And we dance while the sky crashes down
|
| Like that the earth begins to quiver
|
| And all the oceans turn to black
|
| A ship of maniacs with knives
|
| Are playing Blackjack with their lives
|
| To kill the time until the giant rats attack
|
| It’s raining leprosy and acid
|
| The saints were taken out and shot
|
| When someone proffers you a pear
|
| You sink your teeth in unaware
|
| That just beneath the skin lies pestilence and rot
|
| All that now breathes, and all that you love
|
| All that we weave, will find its way back to the dust
|
| A band of skeletons is playing
|
| Don’t act like you don’t know the tune
|
| Your part is echoed in the path
|
| Of every dead leaf blowing past
|
| Against a counterpoint reflected off the moon
|
| There is a banquet at the table
|
| Exotic cheeses wines and cakes
|
| And every one of us is damned
|
| Until we start to understand
|
| That living is to gorge ourselves at our own wakes
|
| When the stakes are high, best to play the clown
|
| And we dance while the sky crashes down |