Dot.Organ - Mellow Corpse Lyrics

Stay idle, hunt for your ambition
Make both ends meet then greet your end
You are not; you're not your job
Water tread, find your flow
Make end's meat then greet your great end
You are not; you're not your job
Means to an end in self-made men
Means to an end of the world by the tail between
Legs to stand on tip of tongue in cheek
Are you content? How are you spent?
Wolves at the door, that's your reward
Are you a corpse? How is your aunt?
Do you do what you want to do with what you have got?
You are not; you're not your job
But you are; you are your work