Morbid ornament Lifeless corpse, eyes bulging Twitching fingers, will corroding Hanged by your neck on the ceiling This life was never guaranteed Success not beckoning Freedom in the rope Creaking on that beam Even trade Not too late This life was never guaranteed Success not beckoning Freedom in the rope Creaking on that beam Even trade Not too late Take your life, bodied corpse Then take mine, hanged by the neck Fleeting life Enraged existence I sentence you This life was never guaranteed Success not beckoning Freedom in the rope Creaking on that beam