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 in as much, 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 terrorised 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.