Thirteen point eight billion years ago the universe was born. Then you came along. You're here for an average of about eighty years and that's it. The End. Your Body Rots. Accept it and live with it.
death
nihilism
burial
Story behind the song
God? Religion? Are you serious? This is it. And it's pretty pointless. One day follows another until the last photon leaves the last black hole in trillions of years time. And that's the Universe.There is no sunny, lovely, happy afterlife for all eternity. And No Hell. If Hell exists, it's here and now. Yes it's shit... Then I'll die.
Lyrics
Life inside your Prison - Claustrophobic Vision
Night time all around. Noise without a sound
Seconds turn to days - Time wears souls away
Another bloody year Mired in constant fear
What you do, who you are - it matters not
In the end, cold and dark, Your Body Rots
Understand the suffering and the pain that you are given
Are there to make you realise you are living
Just ignore the hurt - the pills you take won't work
Madness in your head brings you closer to the dead
What you think, who you are - it matters not
In the end, cold and dark, your body rots
From when you were begotten to when you'll be forgotten
A tedious persistence, pathetic cold existence
Crucify the day before you turn away
Night removes your dream so nightmares come and play
What you are, who you do - it matters not
In the end, cold and dark, your body rots
Living for your death - drawing futile breath
Book the final stop inside a wooden box
Every thought, every sound, lost in a waste of space
A vacuum of dark despair expands to take your place
As Your Body Rots