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 my 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
Could this be or could this be or could this be the moment of my 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 womit, 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 my 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 my
could this be or could this be or could this be my 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 my death.