What use are our senses
If we cannot perceive
The scabbed lesions of our pretensions
With melancholic bliss
We falter in this gruesome
Mess we're in
Where we try and fit in

Here comes our death
From underbelly of consciousness
Putrid and decadent
As our eyes are blinded by the lies
Our ears buzzing from the constant flies
Tongues stripped, our voices drowned
We shed the skin like snakes on the ground

The death of me and you
No use of waiting for it to come
For it has devoured time
And space isn't as much sound
It is here, it is now
We are dying you and I
We are food for worms
Vultures tearing our flesh apart

Fear not the gentle night
For it is the blinding light that blinds
Reason not, with sun the that shines
For you may not know
That it is death that lights our lives