Tomorrow it’s gonna be a harder day than today,

the blood still hasn’t dried,

the flesh hasn’t started to decay,

but tomorrow the flies will come,

they’ll eat out your eyes,

they lay their eggs,

tomorrow can’t come,

let’s lock ourselves in today,

let’s go far away,

let’s not sit here and watch our own bodies rot,

laid to rest by our own hands,

a pact of suicidal discoveries,

thrust us into a forever locked in decay.