Blarg.
Death is the only touch that's true,
Don't listen to her gleaming eyes
Red lips will always fade to blue.
The high and low, the middle too,
Ignore the sound of their own cries.
Death is the only touch that's true.
Measuring their bloody words to chew,
Spitting them through weary lives.
But red lips will always fade to blue.
They try to hide (as cowards do),
Building their castles scraping high,
But Death is the only touch that's true.
It comes to them, no better than you,
Buries them under dirt and sky--
Red lips will always fade to blue.
The bards will still sing as if they knew,
That until still tongues forever lie.
Death is the only touch that's true,
And Red lips will always fade to blue.
