Unbecoming

Let me be your guiding light, let me enable you
Sitting 'till the timing’s right, do what it is you’re made to do
Regardless what that might be
Mortal more than likely
Wearing solid red but that started off a white tee
All is dead, that’s the new slogan
No future, no money, no love left to put your hope in
Personally I’m looking forward
To the day you’re all gone permamently
Down here burning with me
Life, I let it pass
Finally dead at last
Forgotten, I’m rotten, got awful, I’m disgusting
The unbecoming was something now I’m nothing
My body was the sacrifice, in death I gave the maggots life