Invasion of the Not Quite Dead

It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so
 It's not a tragedy
 It's not a tragedy
 Mortality! It's inescapable
 Want to get out of it nobody's capable
 Get it stapled to the manila folder
 Of your life when the moment arrives
 A pure certification of events
 Birth; vaccinations; graduations; rent
 Then when it's all over with
 Hope you get laid to rest underneath an obelisk
 And don't have to keep hustling on
 Ashamed of your shamble like you've done something wrong
 By swindling the reaper out of one scythe swipe
 Or turning all the living into fun-sized bites
 You can't help it Your life priorities
 Left with your last breath, and the enormity
 Of this milestone isn't noted by your mourners
 They're too busy wishing you'd go back to the coroner's
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 There's plenty of you now and plenty more coming
 And some of them think they'll survive, so keep running
 But sooner or later we all run out of time
 The trick is to not get stuck one foot over the line
 Nothing left but your viciousness
 Maybe that's all you ever were Death's chrysalis
 Led to the one true you, and it's hungry
 Eat another neighbor up Blood on your dungarees
 The guns release bullets You don't mind
 Your gullet's so full, it's divine
 And this is like a miracle, to linger past your passing
 A blessing that's lasting: a horde fast amassing
 Please forgive loved ones who aren't missing you
 Photo albums they're not reminiscing through
 Remember what the preacher at your funeral said
 It isn't quite a tragedy, you're not quite dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 Product of voodoo? Maybe mad science?
 Doesn't matter now You're free from reliance
 On reasons for things They all just happen
 Blood just splatters Didn't bring a napkin
 So inconsiderate! But that's canonical
 Consciousness gone, it was epiphenomenal
 Plain talk: haven't got your head on straight
 Now you're the one all of them want to decapitate
 Don't let 'em! They're morsels, all
 You can come get 'em They're of course appalled
 But before long they won't care, like you don't
 They'll be craving the long prosciutto
 And otherwise undesirous of anything
 Ready for this? Or is it unsettling?
 Every one of us has squandered years
 So go for the gory Bite in between the ears
 It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so
 It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so
 It's not a tragedy nobody thinks so
 It's not a tragedy
 It's not a tragedy
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead
 You have to learn to live with the fact that you're dead