Memento Mori

The sound of a weeping earth
In the throes of death
If there is no heaven above
Heaven is when there is nothing left

You're doomed from the moment of birth
In a generational curse
Suffering to no avail
Condemned to a rotting shell

Is life but a strangled breath?
Carve purpose to make sense of our death
We Tell ourselves we are fine
Rotting away while we do our time

Is there no God above
To watch as we rot in this hell?
Earth groans together as one
As we slowly kill ourselves

Is life but a strangled breath?
Carve purpose to make sense of our death
We Tell ourselves we're fine
Rotting away while we do our time

I can't feel you anymore
Strangled I lie in the dirt
Doomed from the moment of birth
Heaven is when there is no more death

The sound of a weeping earth
In the throes of death
If there is no Heaven above
Heaven is when there is nothing left

Heaven is when there is nothing left