The Law of Succession

The paleontologist digs up your bones,
a fossil among the living dead,
confirmed and expanded by your silence
the australian deceased wombat wont make a comeback
you barely noted dully when you tossed my dreams
into the gully in full gravity
and my purity you sullied, turned it to depravity

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

Tingamarra marred the marsupial "Mara"
their histories erased by placental supremacists
Argentine armadillo curls up to withstand the storms of time
as my curled frame withstands your famines
my glyptodont granddad protects me
from the shell shock of your age of ice
your silence speaking cold and your eyes my love ignored
familiar forms fading into the dust just when I opened to you the most

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

You and I obviously of different fauna
both in heart and in mind
I wont be singing odes to you anymore
our pattern of correspondence saw decline
when you ignored my colors
today you descend without modification
in your scheme of cruelty and in crime
I will succeed vertically while you wallow in slime

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

I survived many hitches, I survived just fine
I'll withstand your your attack of ice and stone
I'll ruffle my feathers one more time

Just like JAWS replaced Megalodon
Someone will be succeeding you
You'll just be a stain on a floor
you and I of different times, both in heart and mind
I shall stand and you shall wallow in slime

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave