• 'Tis death that creeps up as we sleep
    That follows us as we reap
    That hangs over our head like a stormy cloud
    One wrong twist, One wrong move
    And we could be worm food
    Crushed, Squashed,Mashed, Diced
    There's more than one way we can die
    Eventually,though, are time will come
    And those worms will have their fun
    And we will rot
    And waste away
    For are tombstones to be read another day
    And maybe our legend will live on
    But it may not
    So if you stay inside all day
    You may be safe for one more day
    But all I can do is pray
    That while I live my life
    I may just stay for one more day