Your pulse quickens as the bassline thumps, Your eyes glaze over, but your heart still jumps. Drive drunk through the neon haze, Oops, your rigor mortis is showing, lost in a daze. You’re already dead from the crash you’ll face, But you’ll only realize when you’re out of the race. YOUR RIGOR MORTIS IS SHOWING Life’s a party, but you’re already gone LET THE REAPER START GLOWING In your grave, you’ll dance alone Bad hygiene and habits, you’re living the dream, Oops, your rigor mortis is showing, bursting at the seam. Heart attack waiting, you’re blind to the signs, You’ll soon realize when your body declines. You’re a puppet on strings, dancing to your doom, In a world of excess, you’re sealed in your tomb. With every bad choice, you’re digging your grave, But you laugh it off, thinking you’re brave. Unsafe sex with partners, you’re playing the game, Oops, your rigor mortis is showing, it’s always the same. AIDS creeping in, you’re blind to the threat, You’ll soon realize when you’re deep in regret. YOUR RIGOR MORTIS IS SHOWING Life’s a party, but you’re already gone LET THE REAPER START GLOWING In your grave, you’ll dance alone You do drugs like candy, chasing the high, Oops, your rigor mortis is showing, it’s time to die. Overdose lurking, you’re already dead, But you’ll only know when you’re cold in your bed. YOUR RIGOR MORTIS IS SHOWING Life’s a party, but you’re already gone LET THE REAPER START GLOWING In your grave, you’ll dance alone The lights go dim, your time’s running out, Your negative means you’re lost in the doubt,
