Could this be Or could this be Or could this be Your last breath?
Or could this be Or could this be Or could this be The moment of your death?
Nothing lasts on this earth, Like rabbits we do know But we try hard to look away Don’t want the truth to show
Nothing on this earth lasts Like ostriches we stand How desperately we plunge our heads Back into the sand.
Could this be Or could this be Or could this be Your last breath?
Or could this be Or could this be Or could this be The moment of your death?
A corpse lies on a bed On a hot summer’s day Well nothing disturbs us more Than the smell of its decay And so you’ll want to womit, And so you’ll want to puke Repulsion of the rotten And how we worship youth
Could this be Or could this be Or could this be Your last breath?
Or could this be Or could this be Or could this be The moment of your death?
Well nothing lasts forever, The corpse upon the slab But well each of us is destined For a body bag
Nothing on this earth lasts Decrepit and old Nothing disgusts us more Than the peach covered in mould
So could this be Or could this be Or could this be The moment of your death?
Could this be Or could this be Or could this be Your last breath?
Could this be Or could this be Or could this be Your last breath?
Or could this be Or could this be Or could this be The moment of your death?