Via Sin Dios

The crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back,
The tedious routines of day to day poise to attack.
The poisonous pollution and the pointlessness of care,
And in a blink we blow away to dust upon the air.

Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.

A clotted cold perfection still in putrefaction lay,
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay.

And in as much, as I can see no future, why go on?
So this here I present to you, one final poem in song.
And I can see a darkness and a clearing of the path
In the overpopulation I can simplify the math.

Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.
Six feet down and underground.

A clotted cold perfection still in putrefaction lay,
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay.
The hazy warmth encompasses my eyes, a misty sea,
The soft embrace of sunset in a dark eternity.

Prayer and flowers mock and tease my terrorised beliefs,
The truth is that we're born to die until our sweet release.
I care so much and not at all about every living breath,
The sadness of this sentience; a sentence to my death.

In my grave and down the drain; erase the misspent past,
The tortured love in memories are never meant to last.