| Decrepit, replete with misery
|
| The elders lie diseased
|
| And are dead or dying
|
| Dilapidated, we feel tortured
|
| You live the life of a corpse
|
| It’s the destiny of your death
|
| This malignancy is so immense
|
| And in the end you’ll all die off
|
| A living carcass that is soon to crumble
|
| And leave this feeding ground of the dead
|
| Erosion of your carcass
|
| Your skin begins to tatter
|
| As the worms consume your brain
|
| Weathered your life corrodes
|
| Trapped in horror
|
| While your body bio-degrades
|
| This malignancy is so immense
|
| And in the end you’ll all die off
|
| A living carcass that is soon to crumble
|
| And leave this feeding ground of the dead
|
| Decrepit, replete with misery
|
| The elders lie diseased
|
| And are dead or dying
|
| Dilapidated, we feel tortured
|
| You live the life of a corpse
|
| It’s the destiny of your death
|
| This malignancy is so immense
|
| And in the end you’ll all die off
|
| A living carcass that is soon to crumble
|
| And leave this feeding ground of the dead |