We all know we’ll meet an end of blank decay 
 For time has shown that time only leaves disarray 
 And our disease of [bad word] thought will resign 
 And the roots of earth will be choked out by thorn and stone 
 And fowl of air will pick the flesh from mortal bone 
 And while you sleep your body starts to die 
 But wake up now you’re still alive 

 All my splendor is leaking out the pores of my throat 
 What once sparkled is reduced to the dirt beneath your toes 
 Age has made our bodies wretched to behold 
 Age has made our bodies wretched things 

 No, you can’t just go bury your head until 
 We’re a feast for crows, our bodies torn to bits 
 Just take all our fragments and pieces and bring them back to life 

 Wake up, open your eyes dear 
 All your demons are gone