Lard hardened beneath cold flesh Stretched and swelling veins A pale and bloated corpse Putrescent grease stain Silence, the sound of soul leaving body Reverberate into wind As trite as ever, life's grand endeavor Indistinguishable between start and end So slowly I'm rotting So dimly my soul is lit Excuse this life of mine and dissolve into its zenith GONE Dissolve into your zenith Ashen, dust in open air, senselessly we must exist No purpose served, a life once birthed Despise the truth but the facts insist As tooth and root, on the root tooth relies Ideals and their proof blindly coincide Disregarding perspective or intent Veracity persists independently indifferent How slowly, slowly we rot So slowly we grow As life seeps to a stop we achieve our utmost Conscience a fib we're granted A necessary force to drive living will Intelligently designed by indifferent intellect Lard withering beside old flesh Retracted shrinking veins A dark and wilted corpse How shocking yet so plain Silence, the sound of soul leaving body Echoing amongst only kin Dissolve into your zenith A most minuscule of monuments Monumentally ill equipped Ill advised, ill devised, yet apropos GONE Dissolve into my zenith