Lyrics

Harder to process than potential immortality may be that some seek it
With this earthly chariot, maggots at the reigns
I will crash into a wall of dirt
And bury myself far beyond reach
Discarded bare under mounds of soil and rock
I will close my eyes and try to rest
Hiding from the real end and evading eternity's wake
Written by: Damian Chacon, Hayden Rodriguez
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