Love me as you see me today
Hate me in the morning,
For what would I care:
The same as me,
So for what would I possibly care.
Our dead will come for our dead
This body we inhabit
Suddenly become empty shells,
Let for the ants and scavengers to pick and devour,
Our spirits now roam this earth
We once walked upon and owned
Would we then laugh
Smile and cry
At this love and hate we once had
For ourselves and another?