Limbo... Limbo... Limbo

Limbo... Limbo... Limbo Death is Dead neurons frozen in the ice Synapses are no pushing impulses along the river called Styx Charon is tired and no longer rows his skiff has given up on his obol all the dead now with open eyes of emptiness stare into the timelessness of life the whip of passion no longer lashes the flesh... there is no point in spurring on this horse of the decay of feelings Death is Dead Limbo... Limbo... Limbo Death is Dead