There's a rope of guilt, intertwining us to sanity,

And when that rope's cut, we lost what's humanity,

Like the mound of dirt, beneath these inexperienced feet,

We roam the Earth,  and the Earth we deplete,

When your morgue chimes, like banshees of doom,

The rope continues to follow, to death will it loom,

It rests in your coffin, within your  flaccid mind,

You will regret your life, when life leaves you behind.