[Diatribe, continued from "Life Kills"]
...the movement stills
The pus of the dead is running up within you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, life kills
Hold on a second, I want to come with you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying life kills
You're like a father, now you're gone, I'll miss you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, life kills
Pain only stops when mothers kiss you
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, life kills

[Verse 1]
Everybody's got it, every guy and girl
Wait until you snuff it, you'll have it as well
The pus of the dead is yummy

[Verse 2]
The pus of the dead is yummy, it froths up on your mouth
It comes up in your tummy when you've run out of health

[Verse 3]
It is yellow and sticky, it's waiting just for you
It tastes much worse than bickies, I'd rather eat my poo

[Outro]
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm dying