Deceased World

All the survivors of this deceased world

Must be together to help each other

But in this life all you can get

Is a spit in your face.

And a nail in your bed

How can you sleep

When your brothers are dying

A world in confusion

Their mothers are crying

Skulls on the ground

Blood in our hands

There’s nothing to do

So let them pretend…

Chorus

We are nothing but rotten bodies

We are nothing but dirty flesh

How can we think we’re better than others

There’s no one who’s the best…

All the survivors of this deceased world

Must be together to help each other

But in this life all you can get

Is a spit in your face.

And a nail in your bed

Elaine Thrash – 21/01/2009