Decay drips from my mouth as we speak
Decay flows from the bricks of my old house
- I want to taste your indignatious decay
My plants want to feed themselves from your house
- But this is me... My whole self will become like this
My house... will remain as ruins which are to be swallowed
- Exactly, we'll be one forever
My green friends will love their new home
- Darling, I will say my last words
Never knew about your strange fetish
But I do find it arousing at this state
Find a place for us to stay forever
Somewhere nice, somewhere under the arctic ice