Ant Smith

Mortality

I've walked this earth

I think I know what the future's worth

Even though my eyes are fossilised

Like a dinosaur I walk this earth

With my ageing bones and spreading girth

 

I'm all dried up and I'm lacking mirth

I've choked on lies once prophesised

I think I know what the future's worth

Even though my eyes are fossilised

 

I can't believe that you still give birth

I look at them kids and see the end

This world it suffers a complete dearth

Of old fertile land and fresh green turf

 

From in the valleys and to the firths

I see identity coalesce and blend

I can't believe that you still give birth

I look at them kids and see the end

 

Was anything ever new and unused?

Or was I always a bloody fool

Has this world been fully abused,

Or did we save a small part for you?

 

You're mission is, dig up something new

Prove to me there still are some jewels

Was anything ever new and unused?

Or was I always a bloody fool

 

Was anything ever new and unused?

Or was I always a bloody fool

Mortality