Rotting On The Vine

We walk around

Pretend we don't see

The sickening joke

Played out on we

Have just a few years of juiced-plump skin

Then it slides off

Back to the skeleton

Back to the dust

See the walking skeletons

We're not the living

We're the dying

Looking sicker everyday

After the second decade

Rotting on the vine is not glamourous

But it will be contagious

I'll spoil the home

If I've got to go

Back to the bone

First your face cracks

Then, your hair colour doesn't last

You try to hide in fat

(That's just a skeleton gift-wrapped)

You've got an arsenal of creams

Fighting dehydrating

If you think you can win

Maybe you should squint

Back to the skeleton

I'm falling from the sky

But on my way down

I'm grabbing all life

I'm not going alone

I'll burn the seas, and level some trees

I'll take a species

Back to the ground

Not going alone

Back to the bone

Very first start that it would extinct everyone from

The face of the earth

I really cannot manage no more

All the guilt that I have in my heart for what I've done

Now when I'm fading away

I hope you can forgive me

For what I have done to them all

Closing my eyes now