Dying Pantheon

Live is to decompose slowly
 You cannot stand it, but it's only fate
 They say that you are what you eat
 I say that you are what you defecate
 You try to refuse what life reserves to you
 But bounded to the flesh you are born
 Slowly you're coming to the very end
 Your final act performed to the worms
 You try to escape into a fantasy
 Deny the animal inside you
 But it's crying, claiming to be free
 To change the whole life that you once knew
 No hell, no heaven, no eternity
 No supernatural being, no Great Plan
 Back to the womb of nature you can be
 No god, no devil, just a man
 There will be no more prisons to hold you in
 You are free now, and still it's not late
 You go on, discovering possibilities
 When you show the world what you can create
 I wanna be my own God
 I wanna be my own God