As we near the casket
We lose our value
More translucent
With every candle
You tell everyone
Your soul is free
But when you look at yourself
You hate what you see
Our insecurities stem from
The worms introduction
Day by day
We pursue our obsessions
We're snow angels
Racing to be first
Peace is what we need
But perfection you thirst
Like a serpents
Angelic face
Looked down upon
With such distaste
Prosthetic halos
And porcilen figurines
Silicon breast
And gold fucking teeth
In those last fleeting moments
Are diamonds just stones?
We go to our graves
With our secrets untold