The Question

The earth is asked to release the secrets of its depths
Those for which many mortals have wepted
Only a few are recognized as they crawl from the deep
Pissed because we raised them from their eternal sleep

But yet I stood upon the shore, on a jagged rock
Asking for those long forgotten, not to hurry, while racing the clock
Death was coming, her breath was on the wind
There was those totally scared to live and die again

They had swam the ocean's depths and chased the fucking stars
Completed their life's dreams and fantasies of soaring afar
While I with a deranged mind needed to rewind time
I needed to know secrets that only the dead could find

The universe had confided in them all things hidden
In their dead form things couldn't be revealed, so welcome back to living
Totally pissed they instantly started out doing Death's bidding
Doing as much fucking damage as possible in the amount on time given

Ripping limbs from torso, hunting and eating the living in packs
They claimed they were helping with my problems, this was why they attacked
Death's loving touch was being shared by everyone and that was a fact
But they didn't even know my questions, so how could they claim that

How could I had known that they would form a pact with Death
I wanted to know the secrets of the universe for my motherfucking self
All of these people getting ripped, torn and eaten in the streets
Will never know the secret of the universe or the grave's sweet heat

They will die a screaming death that will continually repeat
The snakes are back slithering around my mind wearing black sheets
They claim that for part of my mind, even on Death they're willing to cheat
 Feasting on the illusions of flesh but there are only bones here to eat

I now realize that Death never could had been cheated
In my ignorance I asked a mother and her offsprings to give me what I needed
While Death sat back smiling to herself, openly conceited
Knowing that in this universe, she and her offspings could never be defeated