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The crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back
The tedious routines of day-to-day poise to attack
The poisonous pollution and the pointlessness of care
And in a blink, we blow away to dust upon the air
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
A clotted, cold perfection still in putrefaction lay
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
And inasmuch as I can see no future, why go on?
So this here I present to you: one final poem in song
And I can see a darkness and a clearing of the path
In the overpopulation, I can simplify the math
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
Six feet down and underground
A clotted, cold perfection still in putrefaction lay
We'll run and rot to crumble in a petrified decay
The hazy warmth encompasses, my eyes: a misty sea
The soft embrace of sunset in a dark eternity
Prayer and flowers mock and tease my terrorized beliefs
The truth is that we're born to die until our sweet release
I care so much and not at all about every living breath
The sadness of this sentience; a sentence to my death
In my grave and down the drain
Erase the misspent past
The tortured love in memories
Are never meant to last
