the crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back
the tedious routines of day to day poise to attack
the poisonous pollution and the pointlessness of care
and in a blink we blow away to dust upon the air
six feet down and underground [4x]
a clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
we'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
and in as much as i can see no future why go on
so this here i present to you one final poem in song
and i can see a darkness and a clearing of the path
in the overpopulation i can simplify the math
six feet down and underground [4x]
a clotted cold perfection still in petrifaction lay
we'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
the hazy warmth encompasses my eyes a misty sea
the soft embrace of sunset in a dark eternity
prayer and flowers mock and tease my terrorized beliefs
the truth is that we're born to die until our sweet release
i care so much and not at all about every living breath
the sadness of this sentience; a sentence to my death
in my grave and down the drain; erase the misspent past
the tortured love in memories are never meant to last |