Memento Mori

The sound of a weeping earth

in the throes of death

If there is no heaven above

Heaven is when there is nothing left

You're doomed from the moment of birth

In a generational curse

Suffering to no avail

Condemned to a rotting shell

Is life but a strangled breath

Carve purpose to make sense of our death

We Tell ourselves we are fine

Rotting away while we do our time

Is there no God above

to watch as we rot in this hell

Earth groans together as one

as we slowly kill ourselves

Is life but a strangled breath

Carve purpose to make sense of our death

We Tell ourselves we are fine

Rotting away while we do our time

I can't feel you anymore

Strangled I lie in the dirt

Doomed from the moment of birth

Heaven is when there is no more death

The sound of a weeping earth

in the throes of death

If there is no Heaven above

Heaven is when there is nothing left

Heaven is when there is nothing left