Verse 1

Limp and rotting clover.
Life is inevitably over.
You were dying, grabbed.
The dead angle – stabbed.

Chorus

Death awaits you all,
stand tall – or crawl;
any direction – perish;
no resurrection – cherish;
Gloom becomes doom – bearish;
Dancing in limply bloom – garish.

Verse 2

You’re the grave’s demand,
that’s where you’re banned.
The time your life’s spanned,
In earth’s land, you strand.

Chorus

Death awaits you all,
stand tall – or crawl;
any direction – perish;
no resurrection – cherish;
Gloom becomes doom – bearish;
Dancing in limply bloom – garish.

Solo

Bridge

Your whole life meant you will die,
Cannot stop that, even if you try.

Chorus

Death awaits you all,
stand tall – or crawl;
any direction – perish;
no resurrection – cherish;
Gloom becomes doom – bearish;
Dancing in limply bloom – garish.

Written by Pat.