Bones Turn to Dust - Denial of God

It all seems like night even though it is day

It has been like this since you passed away

The pain of loss is more than I can handle

A wooden box, a cross and candles

Smoldering tissue on a jaw dropped down

Wrapped in velvet and your wedding gown

In the shadow of your black coffin I see

A feast for worms is all that we will be

Algor Mortis holds you in icy hands

Black drapes whirl as he starts to dance

Livor Mortis is caressing your skin

Leaving bluey shades on your bony chin

I sit and watch but I cannot move

Feeling as rigid as a marbled statue

Like silver the tears run down my face

To bless a corpse lying in silk and lace

(Solo: Sorrow turns to despair)

Will you think of me when you are under ground

A life in solitude and pain profound

I cannot go on like this, I need you close

Existence is torture it clearly shows

Cremation is the way to reunite

The fire of the oven is burning bright

I lie next to you and blow out the candles

Kiss your dead lips and press down the handle