Already know

Death hangs ahead of me
Like some grisly crow
Waiting for the end of the show
Stating what we all already know

Death stinks of rotten flesh
Cries like a strangled bird
Never going to say a single word
Stating what we all already know

The End

so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?

like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die

and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose

Exit

The Book of Lies, Book of the Dead,
The Book of Sex and Drugs, I've read
The words, and drowned in disbelief:
Exit existence like a cheated thief.

So is this what is meant by evil:
Knowing hell is other people?
Working, talking, playing, screwing -
Nothing, ever, is worth doing.