Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh

There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty Like all the other: victims together The happiness in silence: good without pretence And the last day: with a smile on the face There lies a body: pretty soak in ebony Like all the worms: in their corridors Liquid flesh endowed: to impure the ground And the fallen souls: make the flowers grow [Chorus:] We float, drift and pa*s away For ever and a day The debris of time falls into oblivion As heavens open its gates of lies Gone is the light of the sun And nigh is the final harvest of life