Lyrics

Verse 1: Running water,
Cleansing no longer,
Dirty and filthy,
The smell is now stronger.

Chorus: Its life was its own,
A few days of past,
Fell down to thee earth,
Shattered and cracked,
Agazed as it lies,
With a twitch in its eye,
It’s caught in a daze,
Pending demise.

Verse 2: Bloating and swelling,
The clock now ticking,
Ripe for a popping,
Undead and decaying.
Chorus 2: When viewed from a distance,
With the smallest of spec’s,
It gives no resistance,
This corpse I detest,
The vultures now circle,
Swoop down from the skies,
Collecting a bounty,
By pecking out eyes.

Outro: Bleeding it now,
Taking it in,
Burn hand long fast,
Extra thick,
Never try,
To take its soul,
Life’s a bitch so,
Forget it’s goal,
Its life was a privilege,
And now it’s just spillage.