Text: Martin Grech. An End.

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This is how it begins
With the slow decay
Then a knife to the wrist
There to put you away

Ohh

This is how it ends
With the birth of death
And all that remains
Is the rotten stench

Ohh

Ohh
Don't rest
Don't rest
Live
Live

That's the end of that
What is done is done
No more aching back
No more flesh and bones