The fabric of our mortal consciousness slowly deteriorates
The masses have returned to a state of primal action
Sit back, and watch as this material realm
Decays to a pile of bubbling flesh and bone
Microbial proliferation, from the frothy tissues
Stings the the nostrils of the humans thinking they have survived
An utterly terrifying demonstration of natural selection
They're dismantling delicate limbs at a molecular level

Their fleshy tissues begin to diffuse, as the maggots slowly eat the eyes
Their numbers have grown and humans are left
Alone to wait for the day that the king will claim this decayed throne
To take this crown of thorns as my own
The fabric of our mortal consciousness slowly deteriorates
The masses have returned to a state of primal action
Sit back, and watch as this material realm decays
To a pile of bubbling flesh and bone