Recumbent without move
Your blood takes a rest
Take a rest for the reality of all
Because is the unique sure that we have in life
It's destine all of us

Your heard doesn't beat in breast
The oxygen doesn't fill your lungs
Your brain doesn't function anymore
Your body is cold and humid now
And wait for the obscure future
And now you cannot turn back
Relate your fatality and your
Decomposition will come soon

And your failure
Is decree
Your state
Rigor mortis
And your failure
Is decree
Your state
Rigor mortis

That's the meaning of life
It's a tragic limit
It's the natural of nature
Nature that was told perfect

Your closed eyes
Ignore the life and the pain
Tears fail on your face
Less by today they'll miss you
But soon, you'll be forget

Recumbent without move
Your blood takes a rest
Take a rest for the reality of all
Because is the unique sure that we have in life
It's destine all of us