The Death of Death

Over the counter
And out through the broke door
Hotwire, joyride
Now that everyone's dead
You feel alive

Now you even like the sunrise
You can't avoid your man's eyes
You even like the way
Now you're living at the edge of
Trying to avoid the stench of
The ones who've gone

Under the canopy
And under the influence
Over the feeling of
Separateness

Now you even like the sunrise
You can't avoid your man's eyes
You even like the way
Now, living in the forest
Waiting for the last sheep
To drop like flies

Now you found a
Brand new way of
Being grateful
In such a place
Without no trace
Of set or setting
With your finger
Making laps around your navel
In the last rays of sun
And of life's setting

The death of death
Is not quite exterminated
Or emigrated as of yet
You've found revenge
Dragging back in
Your mother's soul
Who's on the way to heaven now

The death of death
The death of death