Lyrics:

Preconceptions of the afterlife,
As if we’re something more than animals,
You really should get it into your head,
That when you die, you’re dead!
You’re dead…


It might be a comforting thought,
That when you die you get a second shot.
But that is not the case, ‘cause when you die you’re dead.


When you close your eyes for the very last time.
When your face is relieved of the very last smile.


The air leaves your lungs and the heart’s standing still,
Eternal horizon without a hill in sight.


There’s a life after death,
A wooden room with a linen floor,
Buried deep in the ground,
Eaten by maggots until all is refined.


Crushed to dust.
It’s the circle of life.
Seed of the earth.


There’s a life after death,
A wooden room with a linen floor,
Buried deep in the ground,
Eaten by maggots until all is refined.


Death is the end of the journey you’ll see,
So do what you can with the time that you spend.
It is how you go that matters,
It is what you did that defines your legacy.


Death is the end.
Death is the end.


Rotting in the ground,
a feast for the maggots.