Monton de tierra

We're all going to give in the end
To the place where the dead live
There must be something beautiful about it
If no one returns

Every day a piece of us rots away
It's dawn and time is slipping away
We are all broken pots, broken pots
Daily
The game has finally arrived

Slowly I will go slowly
In the end we are all
Just a pile of dirt
In the end we are all
Just a pile of dirt