Nothing's going to get better, it's only going to get worse
From a bloody bassinet, to a rusting hearse
One final crawl, with the funeral procession
To claw at our coffin, life's final recession
Life is not precious, nor a gift, but a death-sentence, a fucking curse
God does not love you, nor does your fellow man
We wait for you to stumble, to grind your face in the sand
Your conceit, your 'accomplishments', shall turn to dust
Your filthy gleaming smile to pitiful rust
Born with a debt owed to death
We pay our dues with each passing breath
An ignorant smile fades to an intelligent frown
The slippery ladder of youth leads straight down
Existence, a random gamble, not a spiritual test
And death might be anything, except eternal rest
What shall lie beyond the darkness of death
A boring non-existence, would be a fair guess
Chained to this fate, at your birth it is already too late
What a strange truth, we shall never escape