I'm ready, are you
To lower it into the ground
To visit every once in a while
there wont be somber moments of silence
in black attire and flower arrangements

like a butterfly
Evolve before my eyes
Death will not be the end of us
We'll be purified
And lust will multiply

You're not ready, are you?
To begin the replacement process
And speak of it in past tense
I feel it fermenting
distilling inside my bones
I want to expand but not alone

like a butterfly
Evolve before my eyes
Death will not be the end of us
No
We'll be purified
And lust will multiply

We'll be alright
Be alright

I promise death won't be the end of us