Dying Pantheon -

Live is to decompose slowly

You cannot stand it, but it’s only fate

They say that you are what you eat

I say that you are what you defecate

You try to refuse what life reserves to you

But bounded to the flesh you are born

Slowly you’re coming to the very end

Your final act performed to the worms

You try to escape into a fantasy

Deny the animal inside you

But it’s crying, claiming to be free

To change the whole life that you once knew

No hell, no heaven, no eternity

No supernatural being, no Great Plan

Back to the womb of nature you can be

No god, no devil, just a man

There will be no more prisons to hold you in

You are free now, and still it’s not late

You go on, discovering possibilities

When you show the world what you can create

I wanna be my own God

I wanna be my own God