I feel my body smells decay
Another step is done
No turning back
New spiralcharge of much more fun
Each time it's getting worse
Yet there's some joy
Peel skin of mine, so I will see
What's there, inside of me
Fall down on me
No other way, it's pressure test
It's judgement and balance
Thus we evolve
Then, when I'm dead will I befriend
degraded skunk like me -
to hail eternity?
