The Shallow Rose of Decay
A bed in rose, is where I sleep
Forever quiet, never a peep
Underground, beneath your feet
A rose bed waits for us all one day
All lives end the very same way
The rich go happy, the poor beg for it to end quick
We all end up in a ditch
Than our hearts all stop
Rigamortis kicks in, after we bury our memories fade
All remains is bones and sickly smell of our decay
So until the day we meet again
In the rose bed, in your backyard, buried deep
Using me as a consist heap, whilst I enjoy eternal sleep
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