Hey! Proper Posture, Mr. Hour Glass!

In your mind death is waiting at the door,
Practicing words to your mortal testament.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Hungry for time and always wanting more,
Desire sinks in temporal cement.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.

Retold stories of fighters bathed in gore,
Becoming moldy tomes by increment.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Time's progression death. Rots to the core
the withered sweet leaves for our bereavement.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.

Fevered clutch breast. Man desperate lusting whore
Giving up in this cocette tenament.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.

Inconstant nature is a fatal sore,
With time always gathering infirment.
In your mind death is waiting at the door.
Again it falls to dust forevermore.