Rotting corpses soon to be,
It’s a big joke being played on you and me,
Rotting rotting rotting, rotting all the time,
Living? Heck no;
Dying dying dying, dying all the time. Don’t be naive,
It ain’t no bed of roses,
You’ll fall far more then once,
You’ll get your bruises.
Bruised and scarred,
This…
