Des de Moor
Lyrics

Now the body is a temple
That we cannot move within.
We close our eyes, can't visualise
The whitened skull beneath the skin
For if we do, a sperm's eye view
Reveals the filth the flesh conceals:
Amongst the bile and blood and chyle
The fearful incubus congeals.

Now the body is a mystery
That we should not penetrate.
If we defile this sacred isle
Or dare to swim that narrow strait
We'll be sucked down, in blood we'll drown,
The protein strands will snag our hands
And alien tongues invade our lungs
As oozing sores spread from our pores.

Or what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
There's just not much to say.
Some strands of RNA
And the fluids of a different body.

Are we so weak with pain
That we can only stand and gape?
The human race, that reached for space
And forced the world into its shape,
Is foreordained to rest enchained,
To hunch in fear below the sky.
Or is this greed that sneers at need
And laughs, and leaves you here to die?

Or what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
A love of yesterday,
Some strands of RNA
And the fluids of a different body.

So what should we surmise
When somebody dies?
There's nothing left to say...

Semen, sweat and tears
Wash ashore as fears.