My last breath

Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
Your last breath?

Or could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
The moment of your death?

Nothing lasts on this earth,
Like rabbits we do know
But we try hard to look away
Don’t want the truth to show

Nothing on this earth lasts
Like ostriches we stand
How desperately we plunge our heads
Back into the sand.

Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
Your last breath?

Or could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
The moment of your death?

A corpse lies on a bed
On a hot summer’s day
Well nothing disturbs us more
Than the smell of its decay
And so you’ll want to womit,
And so you’ll want to puke
Repulsion of the rotten
And how we worship youth

Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
Your last breath?

Or could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
The moment of your death?

Well nothing lasts forever,
The corpse upon the slab
But well each of us is destined
For a body bag

Nothing on this earth lasts
Decrepit and old
Nothing disgusts us more
Than the peach covered in mould

So could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
The moment of your death?

Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
Your last breath?

Could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
Your last breath?

Or could this be
Or could this be
Or could this be
The moment of your death?