Smelling The Flowers At My Wake Songtext
von Darkside NYC

The object of desire becomes the drudgery of routine
While ambitions make way for dread, tears melt a frozen dream
Indefinite deferment: the essence of futility
Suspense breeds senility


My past overwhelms me for the future I′m facing
Knowing I'll be dead one day but growing impatient
Eyes bore holes in me-torn apart at the seams
Trephined unmercifully, my positive thoughts escape like fucking steam

My situation′s hopeless; I can't wait to die
No longer pondering the path that I must take
In a fleeting moment (I can) smell the flowers at my wake

With each passing day, I'm one day closer to dying
The expanse of living is but a transient state
With each passing day, I′m one day closer to dying
Every day I′m one day closer to death

Another day closer to death