Oh what a weird and wicked world is this
A world gone wrong, a cold insipid song
Sung by wild dogs in heated carnal bliss
Who eat their vomit, 'fore they die 'ere long.
We suck the venom from a serpent's tooth
We fight for fame and glory while we cuss
Our fates, our uselessness, our search for truth
Infinite pain, and then a quietus.
But at the river's edge a flower grows
Midst chaos and mud, water, fish and blood
Where worm eats worm, a fleeting beauty shows
Forth startling, vivid colors in the flood.
In this old vale of woe, of stress and strife
We dream a paradise, eternal life.