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