Burrowing underneath the trees, obsessing over roots
Filthy in the foliage, tunneling into tombs
There's no life without death, there's no life without death
Obsessed with the beginning, obsessed with end

Diving into the deep stagnant murky pools
Water engulfs my body, it's slimy and cold
There's no life without death, there's no life without death
Obsessed with the ancient, obsessed with the end

Magnet embedded in my forehead
My gaze is cast downwards forever more
There's blossom on the trees and pollen in the air
But I do not see it, I just stare down at the floor

Spend my days cowering from the golden orb
Filled with contempt for its blinding light
I wish I could be rid of its exposing glare
Lurking in the shadows, waiting for it to disappear

The silver orb rises, in loneliness I roam
Weeping for the hardness of this cruel world
Searching for a refuge where the day-star cannot follow
Where my wilted soul can finally unfurl

Embraced by the mist as I ascend this lonely mountain
Staggering up the brook into a grimy cave
Worm my way like a maggot deep under the hills
Vanish from all knowledge, never seen again

Entombed in the mountain, obsessing over roots
Filthy in the dark pools and long forgotten tombs
There's no life without death, no pleasure without pain
Fermenting in this dark, dank, earthy womb.