Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm

If We Have Anything Kind To Say, Any Tender Sentiment To Express, We Feel A Sense Of Shame.

It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And Somebody's Innocent. Otherwise It [justice] Makes No Sense At All.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

We Cannot Bear To Regard Ourselves Simply As Playthings Of Blind Chance, We Cannot Admit To Feeling Ourselves Abandoned.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.