I tremble on it's ironic jokes

The wrath of decaying corpse is a grotesque end for a tragic comic play
We are insignificant men confronting ourselves with a possible after play
It takes all the meaning from our actions
It's a fact calling in question our artificial constructions of man's hierarchy

It's all nothing from the prospective of death
It's everything from the prospective of life

I'm waiting for death to call
Terrified! Why do we all have to die?

A sucking parasite since incarnation
What terrible words an interchange of creation and annihilation

It's all nothing from the prospective of death
It's everything from the prospective of life

I'm still waiting for death to call
Terrified! Has she forgotten me?
A day, a year with no sense
It's a curse of what we wish

A sucking parasite since incarnation
What terrible words an interchange of creation and annihilation

I'm still waiting for death to call
Terrified! Has she forgotten me?

The wraith of decaying corpse is a grotesque end for a tragic comic play
We are insignificant men confronting ourselves with a possible after play

All passed by or passed away
The world has changed
What am I still doing here?