May we all rise for this occasion
The last of your kind's sad persuasion
Everything that goes wrong will
Lives are crawling ants on hills
One by one the eulogies come
Written by loved ones and spoken in tongues
Give me acceptances lend me your pain
Pray in your dreams and so I became
You paved your good intentions
I get buried underneath
A tomb of my own apathy
Yet there's no relief
What'd be left of me
My duty left unsung
If I were to die right now
Would it make me forever young