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