Try hard not to die
In this spinning world
Try hard not to be
One of those who lie and rot
Try hard not to cry
When something goes wrong
Try hard and always flee
Or else you will be caught
The words mean nothing when you die
When you are one of those who don't have many days
Depart, goodbye, we'll see again
I'm sure of that though I'm not the one who prays
We watch the sky we watch the stars
We watch the shining moon
But deep beneath they wait for us
We all will join them soon
Waiting for us lying patiently
They squirm in their filth and dirt
They never rest they never sleep
They're always wide awake and alert
Down, down, down to earth
To the place of our birth
Rotting ones, rotting ones