Skeletons

We walk around
Pretend we don’t see the sickening joke played-out on
We’ve just a few years of juiced-plump skin then it slides off;
Back to the skeleton
Back to the dust
See the walking skeletons

We’re not the living
We’re the dying
Looking sicker everyday
After the second decade
Rotting on the vine is not glamorous
But it’ll be contagious
I’ll spoil the home if I’ve got to go back to thе bone

First, your face cracks
Then your hair colour doеsn’t last
You try to hide in fat
(that’s just a skeleton gift-wrapped)
You’ve got an arsenal of creams fighting dehydrating
If you think you can win maybe you should squint;
Back to the skeleton

I’m falling from the sky
But on my way down I’m grabbing all life
I’m not going alone
I’ll burn the seas, and level some trees
I’ll take a species back to the ground
Not going alone;
Back to the bone