To stare into the spotted darkness
And know there's nothing more to behold
Never listen to the words that preachers say
Heresy, heresy and you know it's true
Why believe that we'll be better when we're dead?
Merrily, merrily decomposing now
To feel the terminal condition
And know there's no escape from it all
Never listen to the words that preachers say
Heresy, heresy and you know it's true
Why believe that we'll be better when we're dead?
Merrily, merrily decomposing now
Darwin, darwin
Not feeding on the
Not feeding on the
Not feeding on the bottom, bottom
Never listen to the words that preachers say
Heresy, heresy and you know it's true
Why believe that we'll be better when we're dead?
Merrily, merrily decomposing now