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 vomit, and so you'll want to puke
Repulsion of the rotten and how we worship youth
So 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
Could this be
Your last breath
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
The moment of your death