"The human body is the best picture of the human soul."
lyrics
These futile sounds will be the death of me.
The meaning they seek is a tomb.
And the signs on the cemetery road point every which way,
But all of them lead us towards the bones.
There's a well within each grave that's filled with holy water
And we stick our straws through corpses for the milky gold.
But what we taste is never as sweet as we thought it would be.
All we get is the mold.
So look alive. We never die as long as we keep on writing.
The word is good. It predates dates.
So sing your heart out, and etch your voice into the deep.
In time, we will come to see the naked truth as the whore he's always been.
He will lay in anybody's bed if the price is right, and if the right lies are said.
So feed me what you can, my thick and fleshy friends,
And I will gorge myself on your sweet epidermis.
Never again will I seek his love, no I will stay satisfied by the dear relative.
So look alive. We never die as long as we keep on riding this wave.
The word is good. It predates hate. So sing your heart out,
And etch your voice into the deep.
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