some things are better left forgotten
all the weight of the world will [bad word] your bones
in an ideal situation
this will all be over soon

and I will leave this world in pieces
I will leave it to the scarab and the crows
under seas and under soil
in a million years our bones will be your oil

one by one
it happens to us all
when you least expect
your sky will tumble down
we were surprised to find it was our time
to sink or swim

and I will leave this world in pieces
I will leave it to the scarab and the crows
under seas and under soil
in a million years our bones will be your oil

we’re out of our death
the sea of regrets and
I hate to say I told you so
a sea of excess and
this is everything I hoped it would be
we’re out of our death
a sea of regrets and
I hate to say I told you so
we’re out of our death
a sea of excess and
this is everything I hoped it would be
we’re out of our death
a sea of regrets and
I hate to say I told you so
we’re out of our death
a sea of excess
this is everything I hoped it would be