[Lyrics: Haarlov]
"f**k the world" is what he said
And the bullet went straight through his head
A life forsaken
sufficiency
Frustration, tensions warranty
With blatant fury life is expelled
From a once so livid shell
Crisp and
leathery as the bones start to show
White fungi embrace the blackened skin
Larvae plunge through the stomach wall
The process of
moulding begins
Skull fractured immensely from the bullets breath
Brain pulp protrudes from the wound
Invasion of flies in
the stinky pink matter
Eyes excessively pruned
Lifeless yet still full of life
Death feeds the living
Death breeds the
living
Formication beneath flesh and dirt
Death feeds the living
Death breeds the living
Inhale the bullet as he wishes to
depart
From this world, without a clue
Worn down to the beat of a heart
And a triggered mind to undo
Carcass lie bloated
under the sun
Rotting on a dusty mound
Soul condemned to a world beyond
The sand became his burial ground