Debris The Magenta Harvest Liquid Flesh

There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty

Like all the other: victims together

The happiness in silence: good without pretence

And the last day: with a smile on the face

There lies a body: pretty soak in ebony

Like all the worms: in their corridors

Liquid flesh endowed: to impure the ground

And the fallen souls: make the flowers grow

[Chorus:]

We float, drift and pass away

For ever and a day

The debris of time falls into oblivion

As heavens open its gates of lies

Gone is the light of the sun

And nigh is the final harvest of life