Your destiny lies in ashes of life
You think your spirit can not be crushed?
Your future foretold in coming of the bones
Wiped away by hand held venom brush
Please explain, for what was it worth?
Just one food for the year
So long, paradox of dialogue
The world is clinging into its will
Your scent, dreams, ambitions and schemes
All end in a welcoming cadaver’s hand
Crushing your soul
The Cremulator
Come feel the breath of life’s contempt
Creation needs aspirations feed
Another generation must be bred
The cycle of life go in circle and strike
We all have finally been grown when we’re dead
Taxation and death
The two universal truths that are left
Crushing your soul
The Cremulator
Your first and only one true love
Are you sure your life insurance policy is paid?
Be sold on TV advertising during the day
Are you sure you haven’t lost the cemetery plot?
Burn cubs and cousins, in God we certain trust
Creation, cremation
Monumental columbarium
Cremates in bomb face
Asphalbalaam, run away
Material possession
A life time of consumer obsession
Way beneath the remains
Force of the taker, bio-degrade
Mortuary ablation
Corporeal liberation
Lifted from this ethereal grave
Sarcophago, paltry and pompous grave
Crushing your soul
The Cremulator
Your first and only one true love
Your destiny lies in ashes of life
You really think your spirit can not be crushed?
Devours your soul
The Cremulator
Come feel the breath of life’s contempt
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