Carrry on Carrion

It's just an odor at first
maybe a hangnail
a few stray hairs
it starts when you're little

A demarchist cold town
where everyone feels nothing anymore
your eyes see so many colors
when you've shaken off the mortal coil

Replace your organs
tear off your skin
Preserve yourself

Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Formaldehyde

It's the latest trend

The only problem of course
is when some take the pill
they turn so cold
they never wake

And the odor builds
until you can make no mistake

The cockroach jumps out of their mouth
and into a spaceship

And flies away