Born to Rot, Born to Die

Everything dies Hear their cries Eyes flooded dries Flesh feast for flies One day my heart stops My body falling drops Head hits the floor flops Blood spilling for the mops Either buried or burned Fluids, blister, boil and churn A lesson we all have learned The clock moves days turned Roses laid upon stone Walls line halls of bone Birds of death will crone A fate all will have known Alone at night I question why Youth we cannot buy Don't weep do not cry For we all must one day die