Look me in the eyes and tell me why I should trust you
Holding me back my whole life and now you want me to become you
I won't put my own kind through it
Raise them with the will to break the boundaries
Set up by your ancestors
Set up by my ancestors I despise
My children will have to find truths of their own
By wading through society's garbage heap
Through religion's cest pool
Government's overpowering smell
And finally through their own thoughts
It's a hard road
I know the path well, but without that behind me
I would be you and we wouldn't want that now would we?
A diseased bloat of a figure which smells two weeks dead
Half buried in compost heap
Now all mixing together for consistency
A consistency of lumpy pudding
Writhing with maggots and turning into what our ultimate fate is
For all those who live must die
That was your mother
That was your father
And this will be you someday
Now tell me that won't happen
When you know better than that
Maybe you'll take the easy way out
Burn your body away to ash as your skin melts away
And your stomach juices burst through boiling the brain inside
Its pressure cooker evaporating the tears you have left
Bones becoming brittle and crumbling
And finally becoming dust and rock
What if the energy can't be destroyed?
And the patterns of your consciousness still linger
Trapped within your body coherent of the disintegration
You can't prove it would or wouldn't
I can't offer an consolance
So you turn to go in fright
But that space has been empty for eternity
You know better