In the mortal world we are regurgitated life Birthed from a warm blood battered womb Skin soaked in the foulest of fluids Forever locked in the chains of earthly malignance Willingly we hold hand and hand with Death Ambitious of our future becomes clearer, and clearer The hand of Death, so cold yet so elegant in all that it is Bitter bliss aborted from our dynamic slavery Maggots congregated at your flesh, vultures plucking decayed tissue from the throat Your vision blurs, eyesight perception fades into death's blackened grip The journeyman masters the next step, into the other world. We entered death battered and defeated Through the self created mastery, we spawn from our failures Inside the cold depths our anchor has hit the sea's floor In the end, we somehow always knew; Life is the great deceiver of lies