When I die
Lay my body by a tree and let it rot
Yeah, put that thing back where it came from or so help me
Don't you cry until you listen to what I'm about to say
You can mourn your loss
But that's all you're doing
'Cause I'm not losing anything
Death is a wet dream
If actions speak louder than words
Then my death should be with intent purpose
To repay my cosmic debt
For the carbon that I've borrowed and the time I've been lent here
Funerals don't do shit for the dead
I'd much prefer you take that money you'd spend
And grow a farm that could feed the hungry or something
Sew some beauty in the chaos I left
