Verse 1: Running Water,
Cleansing No Longer,
Dirty and Filthy,
The smell now stronger,

Chorus: Its life was its own,
A few days of past,
Fell down to the earth,
Shattered and cracked,
A gazed as it lies,
With a twitch in its eyes,
Pending Demise.

Verse 2: Bloating and swelling,
The clock is now ticking,
Ripe for a popping,
Undead and decaying.

Chorus: When viewed from a distance,
The smallest of specs,
It gives no resistance,
This corpse I detect,
The vultures now circle,
Swoop down from the skies,
Collecting a bounty,
By pecking our eyes.

Outro: Bleeding it now,
Taking it in,
Burning hard loud fast extra thick,
Never try to take its soul,
Life’s a bitch so forgets its goals,
Its life was a privilege,
And no its just spillage.