We all know we’ll meet an end of blank decay For time has shown that time only leaves disarray And our disease of destructive thought will resign And the roots of earth will be choked out by thorn and stone And fowl of air will pick the flesh from mortal bone And while you sleep your body starts to die But wake up now you’re still alive
All my splendor is leaking out the pores of my throat What once sparkled is reduced to the dirt beneath your toes Age has made our bodies wretched to behold Age has made our bodies wretched things
No, you can’t just go bury your head until We’re a feast for crows, our bodies torn to bits Just take all our fragments and pieces and bring them back to life
Wake up, open your eyes dear All your demons are gone