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I tremble on its ironic jokes

The wrath of decaying corpse is a grotesque end for a tragic comic play

We are insignificant men confronting ourselves with a possible after play

It takes all the meaning from our actions

It's a fact calling in question our artificial constructions of man's hierarchy

It's all nothing from the prospective of death

It's everything from the prospective of life

I'm waiting for death to call

Terrified! why do we all have to die?

A sucking parasite since incarnation

What terrible words an interchange of creation and annihilation

It's all nothing from the prospective of death

It's everything from the prospective of life

I'm still waiting for death to call

Terrified! has she forgotten me?

A day, a year with no sense

It's a curse of what we wish

A sucking parasite since incarnation

What terrible words an interchange of creation and annihilation

I'm still waiting for death to call

Terrified! has she forgotten me?

The wraith of decaying corpse is a grotesque end for a tragic comic play

We are insignificant men confronting ourselves with a possible after play

All passed by or passed away

The world has changed

What am i still doing here?