End-life Crisis

from A Peaceful Death With Pretty Flowers by Awful Noise

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lyrics

This is the end
 Farewell dear flesh
 A peaceful death….  
….with pretty flowers   
Life drains from out your corpse
 This former existence…. 
of true mundanity…. 
shall feed the parasites    

Mentally conflicted as you die, without loved ones by your side  The weight of being takes it strain. You’re feeling limp, feeling drained  
A deathbed stutter for an elegy, thoughts turn to what could have been  
Overcome with a sense of regret, what you need versus what you get   

This is the end 
Farewell dear flesh  
A peaceful death….  
….with pretty flowers

  This is the end 
Farewell dear flesh  
A peaceful death….  
….with pretty flowers   

Mentally conflicted as you die, without loved ones by your side  The weight of being now takes it strain. You’re feeling limp, you’re feeling drained
 A deathbed stutter for your elegy, thoughts turn to what should have been  
Overcome with a sense of regret,
what you need versus what you get  

Life drains from out your corpse
 This former existence…. 
of true mundanity…. 
shall feed the parasites